I have not seen a train
mobile, but their tracks remain.
I wish to be like that, not seen
but you can see where I've been
from the marks I have left.
When I rust away, the world is not bereft
of some piece of me.
That is how I want to be.
I didn't have anything to post until I started to type.
I love it when things come out like that~♥
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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