did you think i was a city
big enough for a weekend gateaway
i am the town surrounding it
the one you've never heard of
but always pass through
there are no neon lights here
no skycrapers or statues
but there is thunder
for i make bridges tremble
i am not street meat i am homemade jam
thick enough to cut the sweetest
thing your lips will touch
i am not police sirens
i am crackle of a fireplace
i'd burn you and you still
couldn't take your eyes off me
cause i'd look so beautiful doing it
you'd blush
i am not a hotel room i am a home
i am not the whiskey you want
i am the water you need
don't come here with expectations
and try to make vacation out of me
rupi kaur in milk and honey
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