City Of Lights, City Of Dreams, City By The River
Nighttime is beautiful here.
Ephemeral and beautiful.
Wet shores, and lit bridges.
Youth hang out in corners, under worn out streetlights.
Orange lights from across the way.
Radiance. Staring at Jersey; myriad lights.
Kinetic cars on the streets.
Cold air, that I love, leaning my head out of the five-story window.
I stick my head out, sitting on the top of my bed’s head.
Taxis and police cars and fire trucks zoom by.
You think this place is yours, but I’ll swear it’s mine.
Author notes
It's an acrostic. I know it is TOTALLY irrelevant to the idea of having an AP BF, however, all my love poems are already on here, and I just wasn't in the mood to write one. So I'm posting something that I think is nice. Brings back sweet memories for me.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I still like this piece, even if it isn't all lovey. Well done. Thanks for entering and best of luck to ya.
Lexi
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