The train pulls in,
Valentine Station is the new destination
as I fell asleep and missed my station.
You sat next to me,
with your velvet brown eyes and bristly little beard.
You got on the wrong train.
With lips soft as rose petals,
you inspired me to rise to another level.
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Author:
Niall (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 28th, 2019 15:41
- Category: Reflection
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