The Way You Choose To Write It (by me) The two of us crossed the bridge that early morning; arm in arm, cheek to cheek, our hair tangling into each others. We had to hold each other up to keep walking, too many chemicals spinning in our heads, and the music still ringing over and over in our ears. maybe we should have been in bed, for one reason or another, but here we were, together. You were my catastrophe, my derring-do, my grand rebellion a few years late. and what was I to you? Just another girl tied to … Continue reading I can’t help it if you might think I am odd :: Songs and Poetry