Train friends

isa kemmy

Sitting on trains
Felt like held in chains
Earphone music up
Avoiding the scene,
Of knowing the strands

2 ladies walk in
And a minute
I chipped in
The safety is assured
Trust is bounded

She speaks highly
Her English no accent
Indian from Sweden
The other her brown hair
From Netherlands
Never minds me as a third party

Conversation shifts
From exes
To disco
To ultimate karaoke breakup
To silly men at the club

The glitters in our face,
The bond out of sight
The paths are same
2 besties
The topic turns
Just girly insights
With strangers
In the train to Würzburg

Talked of vacations
When one's mind is a vacuum
Smiles and glitters
Only to know my English
Got swallowed by Deutsch
Yet it's my language
One man's meat
Another one's poison

  • Author: imma isa kemmy (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 1st, 2026 08:36
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 2


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