Murky waters of the heart an ibuprofen wont cure this pain only when its too late do we start to look for love on rails is never to find the right train
and if by a miracle you do its garanteed to break your heart in two
for when one goes none can follow in kind this result of true love, of heart and mind
De-railed and confused, life is surreal a resident citizen of soulcrushed city had it lost it can now only feel lots of pain, little love, plz no pity.
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
please dont critize this too much it was almost like i HAD to write it.
criticize?? It's veerry good! the metaphor of love to train is an old one but you have brought a new twist...well done. I know about the "hadta do it" feeling ;-)
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