redamancy

maybe a train

This one is for the night time. It hates you.

This one hates the last one. Because the night loves me.

This one loves the taste of frosting;

While this one throws the frosting away in fear.

This one was written in a vintage cafe

And this one is jealous of the neon signs in that vintage cafe

This one waits for a bus.

Maybe a train

It doesn't remember.

It forgot from sitting staring at a long lost schedule from years ago