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There was a train waiting at the station
where lovers wept to and fro.
Their hearts are marred by lacerations
from leaving the only ones they know.
But not I.
I never seem to summon tears.
It bothers you to see my cheeks are dry
‘tis not for lack of love, shake off obscure fears.
My body is weary. I have nothing left to give,
but the same old kisses I always had.
I hope that this last one will be enough to live
in you, until you reach your land of Mad
Of all requests this is my only,
please don’t leave me, my one and lonely.
- by Poison Fed with a Spoon |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/18/2009 |
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- Title: Of a Train Station
- Artist: Poison Fed with a Spoon
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Description:
I have a poster in my room of two lovers kissing goodbye through a train window at the station and decided it would make a good subject.
I tried the sonnet format, though ignoring the ten syllable rule, I just wanted to try my hand had rhyming which turned ugly as you can she with my 'mad' and 'had' going on there.
Comments are always welcomed on my work. I want to hear opinions. - Date: 08/18/2009
- Tags: train station
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Comments (2 Comments)
- John Nukem - 08/24/2009
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Thank god that SOMEONE can actually spell around here.
And rhyme.
And write in a form that's not just a form poem.
I thank you for your submission to the universe. It was a pleasant read. - Report As Spam
- Sweet lil devil 69 - 08/19/2009
- that wasso kool
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