Trains

Everytime I go through something bad,

I always end up on a train.

The sound of the tracks soothes me,

it's almost as if its home.

I look outside the window,

and I see the sunset early in the morning.

It reassures me the grass gets greener on the other side.

I see couples in love, young and old.

Nothing else matters while they're on this train ride.

All that matters is their love.

Love so simple and beautiful like a dove.

Life's moving too fast, just like this train.

I'm tired of getting hurt all over again.

Trains

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