Every morning,
Gloomy or not,
They find each other at the meeting spot.
A place for them,
A place for a pair,
Who love each other with no compare.
Why do I not have a meeting spot?
Doesn't my soul matter too?
My perfect boy means the world to me,
And I believe we are the perfect two.
It may not be Castle Byers,
A magical place in the woods.
But it could be the back of the school,
And isn't that just as good?
The Meeting Spot
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 9:41 AM UTC
Every morning,
Gloomy or not,
They find each other at the meeting spot.
A place for them,
A place for a pair,
Who love each other with no compare.
Why do I not have a meeting spot?
Doesn't my soul matter too?
My perfect boy means the world to me,
And I believe we are the perfect two.
It may not be Castle Byers,
A magical place in the woods.
But it could be the back of the school,
And isn't that just as good?
The Meeting Spot
Credits to Stranger Things and my own heart and soul.
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