I sat on the train
Rain hitting the window paneI was crying with the rain
Tears but no soundFlying by in a blur of lights against the night sky
Worried thoughts with red eyes
"You're gonna die , I'm gonna kill you" ringed in my head
Looking back at the window
It seems my reflection was already looking at me
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Aesthetic Poems ( I guess)?
Thơ caThey are all mine. Freestyle is my thing. PROCEED WITH CAUTION Aesthetic stuff , just poetry , some Spanish