brooklyn, new york is sunshine caught in sandy blonde hair it is the light dusting of eyelashes it is a pair of deep, hypnotising blue irises it is a warm smile and a pair of strong arms
brooklyn, new york is morning kisses across the cheek it is the smell of sweet syrup on pancakes it is the sound of 70s music in the background it is the taste of vanilla ice cream from a tub it is the feeling of a smooth bubble bath against your skin it is the view of earthy undertones wherever you turn