'Seven' Song fiction
Please picture me in the trees I hit my peak at seven Feet in the swing over the creek I was too scared to jump in But I, I was high in the sky With Pennsylvania under me Are there still beautiful things? My fiance and I are at my parents house looking through old pictures of me for the wedding. We wanted to make a mural of pictures of our lives for the reception and intertwine them to represent our separate lives becoming one. My parents have all my pictures from newborn all the way to my high school graduation all sorted into photo albums with ‘Beth’ on the cover documenting my life. We’ve already pulled all of the photos that we want of Luke’s, now we just have to get mine over with. I’d been putting mine off. Whereas I loved the idea of intertwining our lives even with looking through the pictures, I didn’t want to bring up some of my earlier memories. My parents and siblings were great, but despite that I still had a very hard and sad childhood. It was something that I never tal