You snapped me out of a trance, and with confusion swarming the muddle of your deepest brown eyes, you asked me in earnest: “Why the pale face?”. Death is near. The flowers keep pilingcontinue <3
Tag: poem
midnight train.
Goodbyes aren’t easy, You would whisper. Why, the train moves too fast Yet you feel too grounded. You grip onto the laugh track Of the life you wish you had. Riding the midnight train Untilcontinue <3