I left Chicago just yesterday.
To escape the reality haunting me.
All my soul really needed was a hint of peace.
I would stay for days and weeks.
But it increased, my need to get away.
They laughed at me too much so I made my getaway.
In the streets of Chicago it was hard to survive.
Where we hide in Venice, I see a glint of life.
Riatolo bridge
Musica.
Monica, my love.
Love me, the city, my love.
There is no one above
you.
I love you.
I seek you.
You float so I reach you.
click
I photograph you
I memorize you.
Venice, Denise like she said.
I love you so much I get sick to the head.
________
124 words
YOU ARE READING
Love Locations-Italy
PoetryLet us go to Italy together. Different cities and enjoy the world. While on your trip, you find an Italian lover, but of course, you have to leave him in the end. You enjoy the Italian breeze, food and scents. It feels like a never ending road of c...
