Your straight lines of silence
Are broken apart by this silly laugh
Yellow leaves from the trees
Car ride to the City of Roses
Highway is rushing home
The autumn sky seems
To whisper something
Downtown, Powell's
"And the bookstore doors are opening
And it's finally happening"
The song stuck in my head
I can't get rid of it
I can't realize it
Walking around bookshelves
they're heard so much more
Than they could actually tell you from the books they're been holding for years
I was thinking about you, sitting in the quiet corner of the bookstore... in between the bookshelves
In between reality and my perfect illusion of you and me
Now it's time to leave!
Rain followed me everywhere I went in Oregon.
Later I stopped complaining about it
Intersection of streets and my minds
It still rains there...and here
I still love you... my perfect illusion
YOU ARE READING
Memories of Happiness
ПоэзияA couple of poems about sincere friendship and love, about finding peace and happiness in the moment of being that give endless power and desire to live
