everyone in my hometown has been rained on by the same rain i have.

everyone i went to school with has breathed the same musty air through the vents.

everyone around me has been illuminated by the same stars.

all these minute experiences that we share.

such small, subtle things that bring us together.

even when we part ways, when we're scattered across the globe, even if not a single soul i grew up with still lives in that same **** town,
we will all have felt the same rain.
we will all have breathed the same air.
we will all have seen the same sky.

and forever, the chunk of earth we have experienced will bind us together.

the rain will remind us where we were.
the air will taste as sweet as that place.
and the stars will guide us home.

Like a boomerang I stray
Only to come back here against my will
With the walls painted and cracked
Soon we will brush over the artifacts
Just like the streets that have been repaved
The once spotless driveways
Overgrown with moss
Gardens once tended to
Now infested with weeds

But I suppose
that weeds must
live and grow
just as flowers must.

Another day was gone,
tomorrow is another day down.
...See you soon my beloved hometown!

The love, the rain, the sight
Of this place,
I might see only once a year
Brings me the happiness
That no other has brought

To leave it and go forward
Isn’t as easy as it may seem to you
The fun, the memories and the amazing journeys
Seems to be etched into my heart
For what seems like eternity

But I know I need to go on
And come back to see it yearly
Although,How much it means to me
Can no words convey to you

But this love I shall have
To this place forever
Go and come, I wish to
Forever and forever .....

I once thought there wasn't any life outside of this town,
but I was okay with that because it had everything I needed.
But what do I know?
We are all so young,
running through parks,
climbing up mountaintops.
Strolling past all the shops
and driving around this town going nowhere in particular,
I thought that it simply could not get better than this.

We loved each other like the stars
I thought that nothing could separate us.
We were sure to last,
but little did we know
that all these days will belong to the past,
and everything that we always did
now live on pages on thousands of papers
and in pictures tucked away in a box of old things.

Happiness was in the air that day
when we all were together once again.
The moon shined bright that night,
lighting the path that we once drove down every day.
This city just seems so small now that I have broken all its walls.

I drive past all the places we left marks on in this city.
The now vacant houses that once held so many memories,
the lunch table where our love blossomed,
the midnight drives to the movies,
getting excited over slushies,
and the lakes we learned to float.
I look back on all these places
and think about all the things we ever did,
I simply thought that it could not get any better than this.

Setting the new year on fire.
Dancing to the sounds of Grease.
Picking peaches in celebration of spring.
Watching all the bands we ever loved.
I would forget all my stress and worries thinking about it all.
Can it get any better than this?
                                                                  
I want to thank this town for all the stories I wrote.
All the times we felt like children.
All the times we rose with the sun.
All the times I felt loved by all the people that were my stars.

As I'm driving through this town and watch it grow smaller in my eyes,
I imagine a time when I was not alone.
I know getting older can seem quite strange at times,
but what do I know?
All I know is that there is just so much to see,
and sometimes the grass isn't always green as it used to be.
But as long as I have these memories,
it couldn't get any better than this.

we don't sleep much around here.
the nights are too precious to squander.
we wander streets and alleys,
fields and fairways, looking at the moon,
begging the sun to never come up again.
drunk in our ways, in our loves and hates,
feeling with broken fingers
for broken hearts to mend.
when we find one, we keep it hidden.
we shut off the lights to make love,
moon dangling above our pillows,
smoke billowing out the window
to show we are done.
and we don't sleep much around here.
we make secrets of ourselves.