Love Song of New York

Wampum into concrete,
The stones put down in code,
Paved in taxi cabs and lights;
The yellowest brick road,

If only I was bold to
Become what you became,
But I feel a little closer when
The billboards scream your name,

And I turn at every corner,
At the asphalt's every fork,
And I hum a quiet prayer
And a love song of New York.

Reviews

[Vile]

Hm. I usually dont get into rhyming poetry, though you did very well with this one. Had a nice tone to it and a very consistant flow. Well done. :D

[Janne Varvára Seem]

Thank you!!