I lost my love at the railway station
Dropped me off, then kissed me goodbye
No sir, this wasn't a real vacation
He didn't give me an explanation
Just pat me on the back as I sighed
I lost my love at the railway station
Then I departed with his rejection
I watched the cities just pass me by
No Sir this wasn't a real vacation
I remember his sweet flirtation
When he wanted to be my special guy
I lost my love at the railway station
Until he acquired a new revelation
I'm setting you free, like a butterfly
No Sir this wasn't a real vacation
I cried for miles in humiliation
As the conductor looked me in the eye
I lost my love at the railway station
No sir, this wasn't a real vacation
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Author:
Dove (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2022 10:42
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Comments3
So well done! Villanelles are such a fun form and you did it wonderfully! The love and the loss of love and the image of the train was all so creative and engaging to read! Well done! 💖
Thanks Rocky! Yes, they are fun to make.
Thanks for the read!
I guess you got railroaded. I'd bever heard of a villanelle so googled. It flows along really nicely.
Loved the pun... Good one..thanks
for the read and comment
a most impressive example of this poetic model ma'am .. and no kidding .. Nev illanelle 🙂 x
He He, nice take on your name...
A new form of poetry
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