My tastes are simple: I am easily satisfied with the best

You're weary

and trapped

and deserted

barren,

in the city 

of lights

and hopes

and dreams

and rushed hours.

You long to be in peace,

and I

long to be you.

-Lynn-

One of the first poems I’ve wrote a few months ago. Maybe I haven’t had a glimpse of how it’s really like out there yet, but until I experience it, New York would always, forever be my dream land.