
*Our Eternal Sunshine**
Hi, I'm Rachel. I'm 16 and from Charm City. My life consists of owls, teapots, old disposable cameras, indie and folk music, moccasins, record players, my camera, paper airplanes, elephants, Harry Potter, John Green books, singing, dream catchers, kissing in the rain, independent films, and my guitar, Hercules.Thanks for coming***
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You and I
If you hold my hand
I’ll never let go.
If you choose to walk
Then together we go.
If the record stops playing
we’ll make up our own songs.
If it starts raining
we’ll stay together all night long.
If I get sad or am overcome by fear
you’ll hold me and wipe away my wet tears.
If we are separated
We’ll find each other once more
and we’ll be happy together
just like before.
Perfect
Does anyone know what perfect is?
Is it in your eyes?
A soft curved nose?
Or is it the silence upon the night skies?
Is perfect in soul,
Or solely in face?
Why do I feel abandoned by the most peculiar trace?
Is perfect white?
Tan or brown?
Is it in a smile,
Or found in a frown?
Could it be the grand canyon,
Or a warm sunrise?
Or maybe in the swift, charming way a hummingbird flies?
Can it be bought with poisons and needles?
Or are those weak attempts by those more feeble?
If you have answers
Make them short
make them sweet
If not,
I’m sure I’ll find them once our eyes meet.






