Sitting here in a coffee shop,
all the voices telling me bullshit,
not sure what to think,
feel wiped out from the last two weeks of hits.
Then I hear the songs from the loudspeaker -
songs about NYC,
songs about Valentine,
songs about being loved on a Sunday.
And my spirit lifts to heavens,
levitates to new heights,
And I feel like an angel.
This is how it goes.
I feel down,
I feel uncertain,
jaded on another holiday;
then I hear the songs from the loudspeaker -
songs about NYC,
songs about Valentine,
songs about being loved on a Sunday.
I make up a dance,
a choreograph to match the mood
in this hood.
This is how it goes.
I think, "Who am I today?"
I care.
I love,
I receive.
Pour into me
all the love I need
to make up for the last 5 years.
I am more than a vessel,
fuck.
I hear the songs from the loudspeaker -
songs about NYC,
songs about Valentine,
songs about being loved on a Sunday.
I now feel free as a bird,
free to roam this world
with my beloved
as I am meant to do.
This is how it goes.
About the Creator
Susan Lee
I graduated from Stanford University in 2002 with a BA in International Relations and a minor in Psychology and have a Masters in International Affairs from Georgetown University.
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