New York, New York, snowy day
An ode to those who didn't stay
A cup of coffee on sweater spilled
Two eyes have met, lips are sealed
Hey, don't we know each other then
Before we chose to be strangers when
Things got hard and hands got burnt
From holding to a love unlearned?
Your touch, like a wind that resurrects
the glow of an ember killed by neglect
But hope is a fragile thing, my dear—
And my tongue can't bear another beer.
New York, New York, what a lonely day
Broken hearts arranged in a bouquet
Twice goodbye, I laugh and say
But this time you asked me to stay.
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The Theater
Poetry"The world is our stage and we are its actors, destined to play different roles. May it be a princess, a peasant, a hero, a traitor, every part needs its own soul. " The Theater is a collection of poems, examining different lives and love through th...
