My New York girl,
So sweet and kind,
I cannot keep you
From my mind.
You came to me
Near every night,
And stayed with me
Till morning light.
Through silent words
I heard your voice
And pursed lips
Kissed sweet and moist,
You made me laugh
You made me cry
You made me smile
You made me sigh.
You made me strong
You made me weak
You made me bold
You made me meek.
You made me hope
You made me feel
You made me love
You seemed so real.
But every night
We could not touch
I needed warmth
You craved it much.
So then one night
Like none before
You turned away
And came no more.
The New York dawns
Are cold and grey
And daylight...
Washes dreams away.
A sad tale of a girl that left may she return to your door good write with rythm regards
.And came no more….’ ‘Washes dreams away’ No no washed away dreams [memory] molecule mull and mull subtly.. Wow! What a nice poem? Voted ten++ Ms. Nivedita. UK Cordially invite to read / comment and….my poems niv
Good Rythm to this poem! I once had a New York girl myself.. Lovely write.. K.R.E..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The New York dawns Are cold and grey And daylight... Washes dreams away. - - - -lovely and melancholy at the same time