Small town, quiet streets
She’s got a small town mentality,
In this big world reality.
I got out of this town once before,
Now I’m back where I have to be.
My big lights mentality drove me on to go chase my dreams.
It turns out reality is not as pleasant as I’d like it to be.
I want a small town family.
She wanted just the same as me.
We never became all that we should have been,
Now were living in these quiet streets.
(C)2025 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Author:
Aa Harvey (
Offline) - Published: September 17th, 2026 12:46
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A poem with a bittersweet feel. We don't always get what we wish for.
It's still nice to dream though. Thank you.
Dreams are the fuel of the day. You are most welcome Aa
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