deepundergroundpoetry.com
Home
Waking up in the city that never sleeps.
Driving around my old stomping grounds.
Memories running through my mind.
Smiles and tears of fond recollections.
Wouldn’t trade growing up in NY for anything.
Now matter where I’ve gone, I’ll never forget where I’m from.
Don’t ever forget your roots.
Driving around my old stomping grounds.
Memories running through my mind.
Smiles and tears of fond recollections.
Wouldn’t trade growing up in NY for anything.
Now matter where I’ve gone, I’ll never forget where I’m from.
Don’t ever forget your roots.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 6
reading list entries 0
comments 5
reads 285
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.