I stand here, every morning
Crowded platform, London train
Trying to catch sight of you
A glimpse to ease my brain
I know we can't be lovers
Our relationship would fail
For men who fall in love with trains
Might just end up in jail
©cih11, 15.02.11
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.