My home away from home
isn't the normal friends house.It's the lights that create a city.
My home is the people in it.A place where I can't feel lonely.
Where anything seems possible.Don't give me farms and little chickens.
Give me windows to see the pigeons.I want to be up, to grab the sky.
To hold onto a star that leads my way.I want the music, and the smiles around.
I want the people who dance.Time stands still, but moves so fast.
Discover everything within myself.I want the city that believes in me.
I need the sounds, the hustle and bustle.See a variety of people and things.
Knowing this is where I'm meant to be.Walk at night and see the lights flash.
Twinkle like those that made it before.Get the chance to do anything.
Achieve the dreams I keep in my pocket.My home away from home,
is the city you built for us.
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PoetryPoems I write about what I'm feeling, sometimes about what's happening in my life.