The trains just keep passing by.
I already got used to the noise.
My red lipstick is losing its shade
and my walk isn’t a walk of someone
who can conquer the world anymore.
I started to feel comfortable blending
into the crowd. I don’t feel like I’m
living my life, I feel like I’m
surrendering it with every door
I knock on.
The trains just keep passing by.
I already became one with the noise.
Keep knocking and the door will be opened. 🙂
Hope so
Nice one
Thank you 😊
Relatable😇
I’m not happy to hear that but it will get better
Nice!
Thank you 😊
Interesting poem 🙂
Thank you 😊
I watched from the other platform
the girl with the not so happy smile
she let the express go by her
and was sat by the tracks for a while
sat on her own – as the trains went by
something began to question why?
so over the platform I started to walk
and sat by the platform – and the two of us talked
Luna, you’re wonderful. I also expect you to publish your personal poems at least once a week. 🙂
Thanks for the time and effort you make to promote authors.