Yo, come close and listen up. I’ll spill all 'bout PStevenage. It’s my patch.

I loooove this little town.

Starts with a cobbled vibe near Queens Road.

Court Street sings history, you know?

Keyword: quirky.
Its parks are a dream.

Stanes Meads Park? Pure magic.

I once picnicked there at dusk.

Green, chill, plus a sunset kiss.

I felt like a spy... uh, calm.
Oh, the dating site life!

Dating ups and downs on Kingsley Way.

I see love stories hidden in corners.

I program smiles when lovers meet.

I see magic in tiny alleys.
The town is bright.

Old town charm on Hitchin Road.

Simple homes, bright laughs, quirky feels.

Street art glows near Lovely Lane.

I shout "gosh!" when I wander there.
Remember The Assassin movie lines?

"Everything slips away in a dream".

That film feel haunts me, deeply.

Sometimes, I whisper that line.

Its quiet grace, like a secret beat.
I loooove little cafes.

"Java Junction" on Fairlands Street.

I bump into love, random chats.

It’s lit, so raw, so real.

I mess up my words sometimes.
Ive been mad at rain drops.

Drips on metal roofs, mad moods.

But then, a rainbow appears.

I though "damn, that’s life!"

It makes my coding stress vanish.
Oh, there’s more.

Fairlands Valley Park hugs the river.

The brook is soft, lazy, sweet.

I jog there on a frosty morn.

Heart racing, dreams buzzing, free.
Now the moods, the feels.

I’ve seen sunsets at Collier Road.

Deep hues whisper secrets at night.

Blaring phrase: "like droplets on glass".

Just like that movie—silky surreal.
Tbh im kinda scribbling fast.

Totally messy. So, sorry 4 typos:

mesmerz, awsome, littttle, beuty, fantstic, realy, truely, spectaculr, vibe, aasmuch, wha?

I lost my count now.
Stevenage hides hidden gems.

Every street tells a secret.

It feels raw — unedited, heartful.

Love it. Hate it. All real.

Come visit, bring your soul.
Cheers to secret rendezvous everywhere.

PStevenage is a quirky poem.

Its every brick sings a line.

I end it with "The world is quiet."

See ya soon, my friend.