New York, how much you've shown to me will remain with me for as long as I live.
You've proven to be an experienced lover whose only task it seems is to hurt yet keep us wanting more.
With your bright lights your siren song lures travelers from afar with the promise to allow our imaginations to know no limit and be greedy in your land filled with milk and honey.
Yet there's a side to you, a side where you leave your lovers tossed out and spent on the streets with running mascara and a broken heel.
I admit you never really did that to me; you were easy in your approach, tender in how you loved me until you changed your tune slightly making me grow weary to remain loyal to you.
That night your sky was upset, rumbling every which way to make the drive all the more long and difficult on those roads.
