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I wrote this when i first found love and we had our first real fight |
| Beating with steam From the stack, Began to chug Down the track. In my chest I feel a thump, hypnotized By diamond eyes. Train by train, Car by car, I beg to know How they are. A lovely seat open The connection was set. It seems destined. So there, I sit. Out the window Things fly by, Forever gone, Trapped in past. Other seats Behind, Beside, In front, Each side. However this is my seat, This mate of mine. My heart is content Soft companion so fine. For every stop, That we make Together we grow. More we learn, Every place that we go. Each pause Of the trains chug, Slows our ride, Tests our love. Setbacks are these Frequent stations. To make it there Requires patience. Like wooden bridges Are these stops. But closer there We have got. Towed, Pulled, Brought, And taken On this long trip That we're makin'. But these breaks, Like our fits, Stronger makes The relationship. Stepping stones Are each station. Part of a stairway, To our sweet haven. |