In the dark recesses of my mind,
Runs a little train..
A train of thought.
Every twist and turn it takes in there,
Runs the little train..
Dark and fraught.

No matter where it goes, that train..
It finds it's way to you.
No matter how it causes pain..
The pain will get me through

Of broken hearts,
And stolen kisses,
Of scented perfumes,
My heart still misses,
Of silent screams,
And an unkept vow,
The train ran then..
And it still runs now.