to a cozy pink monster

My dear Vienna,
to me you feel like a toy shop.
With all the music playing,
all your colours and your lights
and the smell of cake and bubblegum

You feel like cozy pink monster,
slowly wobbleing into many directions,
gently rocking me, when I'm feeling sad.

You feel like a quiet forest,
with your cold air
and all the dark ways through your labyrinth

You feel like home
when friends appear out of nowhere
and I smell dinner, when I come in

I know I'm not mentioning your ugly sides
but that's what friends do