woman on the trainA Poem by An Ordinary WomanHappy to be happy now ...but was not always...hence these old words.
I am the woman on the train
going far from here searching for certain solitude that I cannot find here, Not laying in your arms, or sitting across a quiet table, not in a car ride to town, or countless hours playing this lonesome guitar that wails into the night and sticks in my dreams until fingers ache, calloused and sore
like me. © 2016 An Ordinary WomanAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on July 7, 2016 Last Updated on July 7, 2016 AuthorAn Ordinary WomanMOAboutWe are born with poetry in our pockets however deep they might be. Little children grow up and turn into ourselves stories ready to sing, or the words we write to live by. We pray this poetry pr.. more..Writing
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