Dear Portland,
My dear old flame. Here we are, we play that ol' game. At a distance, your beautiful, glorified, and nostalgic. I talk you up, yet you bring me down. When skies are grey, they're grey. You make me happy when far away, you'll only know dear, how much I love you as long as I stay so far far away.
You're the scar on my shin, writer's bump on my finger, my unimaginable love of rain. You're part of me. You're my past. With many that I love residing in the city, I'm sure to be back.
Despite such a gloomy aura, you remind me of the sun - the longer I stare, the more it hurts. The longer I'm there, the more I hurt.
you're my first love. You'll always mean something to me. But I know in my heart, we will never live happily ever after.
I lay my head, one last night, hoping this trip marks our last fight.
take care of my heart, for many pieces remain here.
maybe things will be different next year.
happy holidays and to all a good night.
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