Random (A Collection of One Shot Stories and Poems.)

Train Tracks

Run with me down the train tracks

With our packed clothes, and our money, and the little rings in our fingers

Let's start a new life somewhere else

Under the full moon, without the eclipse

Escape with me, is it not love the way they tell us?

But let's keep our voices silent,

Mother and Father will hear

The skeletons of the past will chase

And the train is about to leave

Run, run faster, we still have a chance

The train may wait, but it's leaving, with or without us

Hold my hand tighter, don't let me go no matter what

Because whether we reach the train or not, it is love still.