Cold air hits my cheeks
Getting pinker by the second
I see tall buildings in the distance
The bright lights looks so beautiful
I'm finally where I belong
Where I want to be
The sound of my shoes are drowned out by the sound of angry cab drivers
Honking and screaming profound words
As I get closer to Times Square
The lights get brighter
The sounds get louder
I've arrived at my happy place
The buildings around me are lit up by the bright lights
They slightly blind me
I can't feel my pink cheeks
My toes are frozen
And my fingers might fall off
But I don't care
YOU ARE READING
Original poems
PoetryThese poems I wrote while in my creative writing class. It was the first time I had ever written poetry. I'm really excited about these and I hope you all enjoy them too!
