stories of a poet: the story continues

i miss her because shes worth it,
"Brooklyn" stays close to my heart,
i was caught off guard by her friendship,
fell for her mind,
resided in her thoughts,
until she spoke,
than i saw the world through her eyes like windows,
i was blinded by the lights,
so backs turned,
and she cleared her thoughts..
NOW life outside of "brooklyn" hurts!

sorry.. hope this helps.