Train Station

Train Station

Love can hurt, blind, and steal.

The theft of sight, replaced with zeal.

You can run,

Or embrace.

Either way, it’s in your face.

Taunting you like a child,

‘Til you relent and just go wild.

Plans are made.

Promises broke.

In hindsight, it’s all a joke.

And so you pack your bags and go,

And wait in pain for the next to show.