Crowds, waves of black shrouds,
Stones, gravel, dark roads,
City moves with steady gait.
No time to stand, no time to wait.
Bright signs, chimneys sooty,
Tall towers, alleys dirty,
Manhattan is not for you
And my love, it's cold too.
Holes in my shoe soles,
Sand finds its way in
Our City of Angels.
Beach, birds and ocean,
Dreams of being an actress,
Diner, coffee shop, waitress,
L A is not for you
And my love, it's cold too.
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Hopeless
PoetrySeries of 10 poems about unrequited love, heartbreak and the hopelessness of it all
