When I hear that train
Now I only wonder
Does he hear the same?
How love has changed me
Never ever have I waited for another
Now I watch and wait for a weird update
I tell myself no, stop hoping for his presence
But each time I still get excited
A text, a visit, a display of adolescence
Stop. It.
That train which was morning is now a forewarning
If I give in to delirious daydreams and decide to develop a grin
I'll lose the game
Distraction is inevitable
My good record shall be put to shame
And he is all to blame.
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Random poems I wrote
PoesíaJournaling is boring to me, so when I feel strong emotions I write poems. These are some of my more recent poems I've written over the years, hope you like them!
