We Are Now Beautifully Lost In New York City's Arms

November 14, 2011
Verse 1:
We are running after freezing sidewalks,
and I watch the streetlights flicker for you.
Snow buries time here; we are both lost clocks,
with our lives gone miserably askew.

Verse 2:
Your numb eyes shed tears of New York’s glory,
while mine shed mocking secrets and cold fears.
We’re now stars of a great, painful story,
so shield yourself from unforgiving jeers.

Cities make me feel beautifully lost,
but you make me feel so terribly found.
We are finally free, but at what cost?
Are confused souls worth being around?

Make me feel special, like dizzying lights.
Make me feel wanted, like children’s saved kites.

Verse 4:
`Taxis are more consistent than you are,
but I still want you to stay here with me.
Should you leave me, please don’t go very far---
We’ve things to do together, don’t you see?

Verse 5:
Skyscrapers scrape my burdened, bitter hands;
they bleed grief only you can save me from.
Now I wish New York City had more land,
and that my grief’s strings were all you could strum.


Verse 6:
We’re lost in the shade of these tall buildings---
it is shade unwanted, shade gone too old.
It is shade like us, and like bartered rings.
But perhaps the shade will make us feel bold.

Verse 7:
By the way, I can’t wait for winter’s flight.
Can you imagine these streets in the spring?
They’ll finally have been rid of the night,

and might tell us what tomorrow will bring.


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SmileyFace13 said...
Nov. 19, 2011 at 10:55 pm
i really like this. the way the word weave together is really beautiful. ;) definitely art
atemperamentalsun This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Dec. 30, 2011 at 11:22 pm
Thank you!!!
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