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