Portland.

Leaving to visit for a couple days...possibly my future home?

Town of Small.

What is here in this town of small.
My mind is distracted on somewhere else,
Listening to its call.
A piece of my heart is what I will leave behind,
In this town of small.
But my eyes are ready to open up my mind even more.
It is ready to grow.
It is becoming quite bored of this tedious repeated show.
Goodbye town of small,
I will be forever gone when it is fall.
Goodbye...goodbye.

Sometimes

This song inspired me to write this morning about some situations I have been dealing with lately. The poem is a bit iffy...needs lots of work, but I had to get it out of my thoughts and written down. I will work on it more later on.



Sometimes there are those people in the world that you cannot change at all,
Even when you give it your full effort, they refuse to grow tall.
"Those people" is you, standing there cold and small.
I want to help, and I want to stay.
But the world is pulling me a different way.
I must go, I have run out of time,
To help you, and guide you in a straight line.
Forgive me, and do not hate me as I go.
Because days will pass, and your true feelings will eventually show.
It is time for goodbye,
And I promise you, this is no lie.
That this is the hardest thing I have ever crossed,
So please, don't let this leave us hostile, and lost.

Time does not matter, we are living.

The air is crisp, the night is clear,
And I am with you.
As we walk, we see fire flies,
And hear crickets too.
As we approach the darkness of trees,
I see you smile.
You grab my hand, squeeze it softly,
And I wish to myself to stay in this moment for awhile.
Time does not matter though, we are living.
We sat down by an old fence,
Surrounded by the darkness of trees,
And talked, endlessly.
You stared at me, and I stared at you.
And we both knew,
Time does not matter, we are living.

St-st-stutter.

With every look and every glance it makes me weak.
I start to stutter, and cannot speak.

I need to...

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