New York

A love song/poem

I left my heart in New York city,
hoping someday we'll make it through.

Those nights,
Those days,
Those final hours,
I preyed,
That you'll come home to me.

I guess my love was not enough,
I guess your heart was never prue,
Leaving it all behind your COWARD,
You COWARD, you walked through the door.

Those nights,
Those days,
Those final hours,
I preyed,
That you'll come home to me.