Anyone else tired of shotgun love poems
I made my bed on the train tracks
But Rachel saying "you seem happy"
Was the best thing I heard in months
If only I had one more smile
One that I knew I could make last
I'll spend my time chasing fireflies
Collecting them like shooting stars
I just need to hold onto one
Wishing seems too honest
Much like saying "I still love you"
I can't keep going on like this
I'm so tired
The train whistle is singing
An alluring melody
Beckoning me back to sleep