there was a train with empty carriges
a secret longing in our bones
there were summer sounds and music
candy floss and ice cream cones
we walked down cobble streets
under arches and through our dreams
we saw the boats and watched the river
and played with old pinball machines
we started laughing started breathing
in the hazy august air
falling in and out of love
teepee tents and playgrouns fair
tourist sights and long light nights
slowly setting the sun's pink tints
guitars murmur hands grip firmer
leaving behind our faint imprints
a distant voice a softened laugh
you dont always have to be alone
everything's going to be okay
this is it now this is home.
YOU ARE READING
poetry for the heartbroken
Poesiamy poetry is for thoes who are suicidal amd anorexic or are going through anything troubling. (note: i am suicidal so i know this may be triggering.) if you are easily triggered i suggest you do not read. read at your own risk.
