Fall with me

March 24, 2016

I can’t help thinking about city lights and subway stations recently

I can’t stop thinking of boys and girls with bright pink hair

and sidewalks littered with art

Is it weird to say I want to look up and not see the stars?

I want to wear long trench coats and have the sidewalk be my runway

and I want you with me

I want you holding my hand

and your smile alongside me

What do you think?

I think our dreams are bigger than here

Bigger than this state could ever think of being

and I want to be able to fade into the background

but still have my own spotlight

I want inspiration

I want to be surrounded by people

who have creativity as their life blood

but they are so hard to find here

Come with me

Even just for a few weeks

Come with me

We can dance under the moon

and take walks at night without the fear of silence

I want you to come with me

Won’t you kiss me while we are surrounded by hundreds of people

and hold my face with your mitten covered hands?

Come with me

lets dance to honking horns

and city lights

I love you

won’t you fall in love

with the city of dreams

with me?

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