Amsterdam: Part One

We arrived in the morning, the cold air still hung low

And I never imagined I would love a city for her looks

Her small frames held a sense of undiscovered land

Of beauty trapped in the cracks and crooks

She was in her own world

Separated by the deep blue lines that weave like veins

Between her dark and narrow streets

She was cold at first, but after time she changed

She was laid back but not sloppy

Old fashioned, but kept up with technology

She played hard to get, keeping the best parts of her hidden

An individual in a world of millions

She dragged me along her cobbled feet

Whispering temptations in my ear

I inhaled the smoke she gave me

My vision becoming unclear

I stumbled along the street

As red lights shone above our heads

Blurry and hazy

My eyes feeling lazy as she pulled me along

I drank black hot liquid

As she giggled at my incoherency

Her devilish eyes upon me

The room sinfully dark and cloudy

She took me up her slender stairs

Lured me to her white wooden bed

And in the morning she was gone.

The city of one-night stands and everything wrong.

LB

N.B. This work was submitted for my end of year assessment and as such I was not allowed to publish until after my course had finished. Any plagiarism of this or parts of this will be picked up on through anti-plagiarism software.