I've lived here,
Since my beginning,
For every moment of my existence
This has been my home.
Its strange,
To say farewell
To a city that I have yet to fully explore.
There's so many parts
That I've yet to see with my own eyes.
But regardless of,
It is my home
And no matter where I end up,
I'll find my way back to it.
-goodbye new york City.
YOU ARE READING
Hope & regret.
PoetryThe 2nd part to the very messy, amateur, in-progress book series I've been posting online. More poetry about things that have occurred, and more words dedicated To those who've left an impact on me.
