Trainpain – a poem

Train

Every day I meet you
in the Caterham train
I’m from Victoria
And you – from Rayners Lane?

I secretly admire you
I think you’re very nice
You haven’t really noticed
So how to break the ice

It’s been like this for weeks now
Can’t find the words to say
The few times that you looked at me
I blushed and looked away

One day I want to tell you
That I would like to meet
But not today, your station’s here
We are at Thornton Heath

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(Notes: The events and characters depicted in this poem are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental … Or is it ?)

7 thoughts to “Trainpain – a poem”

  1. If you don’t mind, I decide for myself whether it is fiction or not… ;-)

  2. @Zazz – thank you and that is a very cool website ! I will have to have a good look at that one !

    @Anne :-)

    @Yak : where ?

  3. Meter as in: ‘The measured arrangement of words in poetry, as by accentual rhythm, syllabic quantity, or the number of syllables in a line.’

  4. @yak : Well, don’t think that I have given that a thought at all while writing this one, much too complicated for my brains :-)

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