let's take a walk
through where
it's all pretty.
where there are
only smiles
through the door.
and people are all giddy.
we'll be drunk in happiness,
with contagious smiles.
We'll sit back and enjoy the ride
and the people
won't be judging us.
but i must say,
there's no such place.
that is why it's called
the angel city.
YOU ARE READING
but i must say
Poetry❝the stars are bright, but i must say your smile is better, any day.❞ [© afterwords 2014, all rights reserved] poetry #301
