What is with
7 P.M.
And making me feel
Just so nostalgic
It makes me want to curl up on the couch
And enjoy the evening
Listening to an OST
With thunderstorm ambience over it
It makes me yearn
For back then
With you
Makes me want
To take a walk
Down to who knows where
7 P.M. invigorates me
But also relaxes me
I don't know how nostalgia works
But I know it comes
At 7 P.M.
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
