Skyscrapers so high they embody their name
No part of America can ever be the same
New York City is gray asphalt and blue sky
And streets where people live and die.
Cafes perch atop buildings, gardens rest
People resting comfortably in the city's breast
Cars drive by in endless monotony
Such is the tone of the city.
Stretching high above the city like a shield
The Empire State Building will not yield
Built to be the largest building on the globe
Sunlight shines down it like a strobe light.
Skyscrapers so high they embody their name
No part of America can ever be the same
New York City is gray asphalt and blue sky
And streets where people live and die.
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~𝔼𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕪- my poems!~
Poesiaempathy (noun)- the ability to understand and share the feelings of another. these are some of my poems! i'm so glad to share them with you! i hope you enjoy. warning- some of these are more rant/dark poems so do be aware of that before you read. th...
