Long lost road To the old fire station With a beautiful archway The fire engines In bright red Never knew rest A drill or two, a day Fitness parade For all, to learn to save Now No sirens No calls to attend The bells ring no more Snorkels saving lives Salvaged many a blaze All gone Peacefully it retires Alone Amidst old walls
summer night lit up by the flashlight of a cracked cell phone suburbia held her breath sang to by the crickets a walk to the gas station holy city in the dead of night my friend drank too much *** he banged on the door it was locked the clerk seemed scared he thought we were robbers.
books written in symbols were attempts to mimic the language of the heart
somewhere i jotted within an admission of love
i wonder who knew it first and how profound it could be when it was there the whole time
i find myself at Union Station, where people pass time sitting silently in pews.
closing doors kick a breeze that weaves between the columns holding up the heavens the hair on my arm waves like wheat stalks
i’ve got a hunch i could go just about anywhere from here
the halls here just go on and on. it’s not the whole world, but it’s the only place i want to be.
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we take the same train everyday I don’t know your name nor where you come from what a joy is to see your face once more before we part ways again but the moment the train moves the rumble of my heart lead the way stead fast, the scenery of steeping in Front of emotion track after track winding and twisting with nothing to block the way the express route to desire your astonishing beauty Is my favorite stop love at first sight I wish I could've told you how I felt I wish I could've held your hands before alighting the train