I miss my best friends.
I miss hearing there laughter.
I miss there bright ass smiles.
Most importantly
I miss seeing them everyday.They gave me hope
for the future,
my future.
Our dream in New York
was like are favorite thing.
Every day we spend apart
my hope slowly slip away.
Our dream in New York
seems farther away
and almost impossible to reach.
Maybe some day
we'll meet again soon.
For I do not know how much
more of this I can take.
Worry not
for this is not a goodbye
but an eye opener
for I do not know
when we'll meet again.
See you in our dream in New York
