Morgan Richards Poet Free verse

The City of Bright Lights

She tells me that
she's weird, 
and 
that she doesn't know how 
someone like me 
would even talk to 
someone like her.
Honestly, if she is weird,
then I have been living 
a very bland life,
and I'd rather 
join in on insanity with her.

She's got eyes like the 
Earth itself,
and long brown hair 
like the Weeping Willow 
in October. I want 
to see her morph into the 
disastrous hurricane that
she claims to be.
I want to transform her 
into the pearl 
that she really is. 

I want to observe her
and find out what 
makes her tick,
and what 
makes her smile.
(She's got the most beautiful smile.)
I want to travel to 
New York City 
and dance with her in the rain 
until she is smiling to 
the sky again.
And in the city of lights, 
her eyes will be the brightest.

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