Dear New York City,

I don’t know what it is

That makes me love it so much

Maybe it’s the buildings

That stretch towards the sky

Forever reaching upwards

Have you ever seen dozens of roses?

A field perhaps

Covered in red beauty

Have you ever tried walking through dozens of roses?

Your fingertips perhaps

Covered in red blood

From afar roses are gorgeous

The light rises and

The darkness, it disappears

Love enters, hate leaves