I think I need to go on a road trip.
Or something...
Because this little town,
These little people,
Are too much for my little heart.
I'm like a goldfish
And I'm outgrowing my bowl.
Maybe in more ways than one.
But I think a break would do me good.
A change of scenery,
Like to the depths of your eyes
Where the ocean of your love
Pours over me
I'm drowning.
Or maybe someplace quite
Where not even my own thoughts can be heard.
I think that sounds nice...
This isn't really a poem. I just like line breaks. These are just thoughts...
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