Shitty teenage poems filled with angst

Train

And tomorrow you are leaving
With the train
And we will become nothing but a distant memory

I have never met someone quite like you
It is hard to describe what you were made out of
And though I can turn everyone into beautiful metaphors, you seem to get caught within my fingertips never letting go

You did not necessarily radiate sunshine as most do
You radiated every planet in our solar system

I will not send you letters in the mail because we both know how clićhe that is
But I will write poetry with my almost run out pen hoping to see you within the ink

And wherever you may walk i am the trees
You watch from afar and in the soil that you step in

You're an artist you know
You should do something with that take care
I'll keep writing about your departure till my hands go numb and till the end of time