Me in the Big Apple

Sun, 11/04/2018 - 15:16 -- Taysar1

It was a dream

well, it seemed like one.

Hard to believe it was all true, 

me in the big apple.

 

It was a dream

one with snow and ice

one with bright lights

one with passing cars

and lots of people. 

 

It was a dream

the night I saw you

All bundled up in your winter clothes

with a smile so big

it could have lit up the entire city.

Why did we have to say goodbye?

 

It was a dream

please don't wake me up

take me back

take me back

me in the big apple.

This poem is about: 
Me

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