You and Me.

Opposites, and the way they affect you and me. Lovely.

Not a Kiss,
But a rose
Anymore its pink; losing essence of it's green
We'll travel by trolley in an old fashioned town
We'll go places the train can't go
Into this town, we'll vanish into a field
Where there is no fence
To tell us rudely, our land is stole
Limits and boundaries cannot be spelled
Come with me,
A rose outside our shell.