As you pass stores in London, you walk by history: The
Tower Bridge, Trafalgar Square and the French Cock statue,
The busy Oxford St, where the double decker crashed. The Pret
Café where one’ s daughter had her first kiss. An elite
Restaurant in Piccadilly where this lady rejected the man’ s proposal.
I miss it, London. My first day, I saw everything, from the
Tower Bridge to Hyde’ s park to Baker Street. I walked the
Streets daily, bought a snack, snapped a shot. I met a cute Brit guy
In Piccadilly Line and he sat with me. I waved to Benedict,
And fell off the double decker bus which didn’ t crash.
I felt native, as many people asked me for directions.
Every day, I cry to London, its culture, to its people. I miss
Your Beauty, and ugliness, which is still beautiful. London
Pick me up, to see your busy streets, the party goers, the
Workers, and tourists. Let me ride your lines and see beauty
Of the places you hold and unique Architecture you built.
By : Metzli Morales