Old World

Riding on bouts of happiness

Singing all along

Waiting for the train to pass by

Hoping to find you on the way

Lying on rooftop dreaming

Hearing you talking to a friend

Feeling the world pause

Getting the heartbeat back

Never uttering a word

Staring at strange faces

Holding the old heart

Living in an old world

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One Year

One year. 

Since the rain gods danced.

The vases shook.

The flowers withered.

Since I sat on the front porch.

Saw you walking past my house.

Carrying two hearts in a shoebox.

One year. 

Since I closed my eyes

Dreamt of pink roses. 

In a fool's paradise.

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Blues

She had pride. Queen-sized.
Never too much for anyone.
Just enough to fit her beaming spirits.

And when it got too cold
She would wrap herself in his love.
And dream about the northern lights.

He would never stay the night.
You are not my destination, he said.
Yet she smiled in her sleep.

You will come back again baby.
I may not be much to look at.
But my heart. It's hell of a pit stop.
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Morning Stories

She hurried down to that place in the corner
The happy place that opened at seven
With two tables out on the street
And a door that creaked and slid again

She worked the night shift 
And he took the eight'o clock train
They had an hour of love every morning
A love she thought was lost in vain

"Coffee for one?" asked the guy at the counter
"Make it two," the girl would say
She took the coffee and went to the shore
Before the waves hit, she heard a "hey"

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