my luggage is packed and the station is lit
I go to the platform so that I can sit
I wait for a train to stop just for me
and take me to the place where I'm supposed to be
well hours pass with no train in sight
but I wait just the same well into the night
I can hear a whistle blow as it nears
but more hours pass and it never appears
I think about life and the place where I'm from
and am all the more ready for my train to come
1 comment:
but seriously, do you just come up with that stuff? because i'm going to write a poem on my blog today off the top of my head. then we'll see who is the better poet-sibling...bahaha
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