Personal Letters To Paris

Hello Paris, is the sky still crying on me?

I walk throught the streets, feeling my lungs burn everytime I breathe

Living low middle class in the ghetto areas of Paris

Is something else

Something gracefully ugly

Hello Paris, is the sky still overcast and angry?

I took a walk in lonely street where people buy and drink

Beige tall buildings filled with Givenchy and Louis V

Is something else

Something disposably junky

Hello Paris, is it true that you're the city of love?

I've seen the Eiffel Tower and I had to wear my gloves

There were people playing with snow and it looked like doves 

Flying high up the sky above 

So liberating and free those people were free of any fear of

Not fitting in like a glove

I felt like OJ in the courtroom 

Pretending the gloves suit

A shadow in a black and white movie 

Picking up low-hanging fruits

I never meant to be so cynical but Paris

Why didn't you tell me you were not like a movie?

I spent nights alone feeling so guilty

I want you to be truthful to me

Would you even miss me?

If I dumped you for a room overlooking the sea? 

Hello Paris, is it true that all waiters are rude?

Well, I wouldn't know I don't have enough dough 

To order a drink, let alone buy enough clothes

To see my reflection in the mirror as a fashionista go-getter

But I see people, I think I see right through them

It's the similarities that makes me feel a little tense

Is everything too much of the same?

What do you think Paris, let me know

I am yours truly, talk to you in a bit

Hello Paris, good morning to a great city!

Is it what I'm supposed to be saying?

I've been starting to feel like a pawn

I don't mean to be too blunt

But i'm getting bored of this treasure hunt

I walk down the streets seeking and wanting

But you never tell me what you want

Are you a lover? Or my murderer?

Cause i am watching and yawning and yearning for answers

Tell me if you'll just be forgotten and make me feel like a lonely dancer

Paris, is your sky in tears?

Cause I have been and I am right here

I've loved feeling like a tourist in my own city

But I stood there alone at the Champs Elysées

As people were walking away

Brushing against my shoulder 

And leaving without an ounce of care in the world

I was soaking wet

The rain was pouring down on me and street lights kept flickering

Nobody existed, just me and my dirty shoes 

And no umbrella to sing like Gene Kelly 

I've realized my life here cannot be a romantic comedy

What if I said, Goodbye Paris?

Is your sky still so empty but "chic"?

I never meant to make you cry 

But you've done it to me without even trying

I had you in the palm of my hand 

And watched you dying

I'm sorry I feel this way

But you and me have to part ways

Someday or never 

But if I stay i'll turn into a beggar

Who gave up on life under pressure

Paris, why do you feel like an air compressor?

Stop forcing air into my fragile mental state

You are only increasing the monster

That is demanding to be possessed

Each time you cry

I cry with you 

And everytime you smile

I pretend I've escaped you

Skyrocketing into a better point of view

With the warm sun shining down on a sea I've prayed to

Oh God, Paris

Please cease to be so nasty

I know you wanted to seduce me

But I can't help it it's so depressing

You are filled with beauty and sin

Your evil twin is deceit

I know Paris, I know you'll call me crazy

But you've made me

Reviews

[NotUsinganymore]

very descriptive and nice poem. It flowed well too, I liked the meaning of it c: