Girl On The Train

Girl On The Train short poem

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I was travelling once again,
Hoping I could refrain.
With many thoughts in my brain,
Travelling all the way to Maine.

My thoughts were drawn to the smell of the rain,
And that refreshed my brain.
Thats when she got onto the train,
So beautiful and sane.

Blood gushed through my vein,
And I was in love that I couldn’t restrain.
She was like a trophy that I could never attain,
This feeling is something that I couldn’t contain.

So, I tried hard to explain,
But all my efforts went in vain.
Then, I tried to step into her terrain,
But her look knocked  me down like a hurricane

Finally, she got off the train,
And disappeared into the plain.
Love is like cocaine,
Which makes you forget all the pain.

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