Category : Poems

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With mileage piled up from time wasted encounters, I continue to travel in a direction with no direction to say the least. I'm driving with no drive to find what my heart seeks with blind faith. 

As I'm crossing the MANhattan bridge I realized I hattan really looked for what's been in my presence from the beginning. Her Aura left me with an intrigued behavior, as my nerves are paralyzed from the sight of her well kept COMPLEXion. 

Though she resides here on the east and I on the west, her voice echoes with a foreign soundWAVE  that waved goodbye in an unfamiliar way. 

Now standing at the opposite end of the bridge I swallow what little pride I had left, because what I felt had to be gone in a New York Minute.