Walking through the night,
with the darkness keeping me company,
the city swirling around me
offers me its streets,
deserted and sleepy.
Its enchanting whispers
lead me toward her,
a seductive temptation,
mischievous to my heart.
I am here in the night;
inside the house I was trapped,
far from her scent.
And this city
leaves me breathless,
winks at me,
the frame of our destiny.
They ask me, why her?
Because you don’t give up on emotions,
once you encounter them
you never let them go.
Why does she make you wait?
Because love doesn’t take the easy path.
I look around,
a thousand unfamiliar faces
watching me and walking away,
and she arrives, she knows I’m waiting for her
and she likes to see me in love.
They ask me, why her?
Because you can’t give up on emotions,
once you encounter them
you never let them go.
Why does she make you wait?
Because simple paths aren’t for love.
Now that morning is breaking,
while dreams have faded,
the city comes back to life;
its streets,
distracted and crowded,
lead me to her
who is waiting for me.
They ask me, why her?
Because you can’t give up on emotions;
once you encounter them,
you never let them go.
Why does she make you wait?
Because love doesn’t take the easy path.
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Author:
angelo mottola (
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- Category: Love
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Comments2
Welcome to MPS! What a nice cityscape this is. And your poem is very inviting for a visit to wherever that city is. 🕊️🙏
Thanks 👍
Welcome 🕊️🙏
Welcome MPS This poem is full of urban images that anyone that has lived in the city would recognize. A chase of love and its difficulty but willingness to pay the price. Well written
Thanks 👍
You are most welcome Angelo
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