The Big AppleA Poem by audaciousNew love was born in lovely New York But who knew this new love would spark? They knew that new love was something of books, Something that people who knew would mark With underlines and an exclamation points, Something they could only dream, To them New York love was a something of a fairy tale, Something the bored gods would scheme. But these New Yorkers who discovered new love Knew that they were forbidden, that their timing wasn't right. Two hearts who knew they were meant to be Would end up turning cheeks, loving from afar, however The two, they knew that one day it would be bliss That New York would call their names, and it would be how they imagined, ending their waiting game.
-A © 2017 audaciousAuthor's Note
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