no sleep in nyc
harry; escaping his leash.
his golden fur zooming past boulevard 7.
running so quick; harry stops so sudden.
looking up hazily, i am suddenly blinded.
no, not because of the city lights.
she was gorgeous; a smile so ethereal, so bright.
harry, you smart little retriever, a romantic i see? with her image in my head, i felt it. keeping me awake for days.
what's sleep in nyc anyways?
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Miss You: Volume One
Poesiea bunch of thoughts my heart has spilled for your eyes to read. *soon to be officially published*
