Walking AwayA Poem by James Wells
You remind me of warm summer rain.
The faint whistling of a passing train. These city lights burn so bright. The light's in my eyes, tonight, tonight. I'd wonder where you're laying your head. Somewhere warm, or much colder instead. It's a tragedy, an unmentionable shame. I run through this ghost town collecting the blame. For a second your spirit glides by. Just as soon it's gone in the black of the night. Am I too late or too tired and broke. I'm gasping for air that your love choked. So remember the wound in your side. Remember the day can't pass us by We have to take it, take all the fame. I'm begging you don't walk away. The sky turns cloudy and black. My heart shivers at the imminent attack. Your face flashes through, Carrying the incurable flu And the train flies off the track. Your eyes, they say it all. Taking me back to the bench at the start of the fall I gave you three roses, and gave you my name. You turned and walked away. Your heart breaks like mine. But they're at separate places in this awful time. I'd sit and I'd wait for that familiar pain. While I watch you walk away. My voice faltered and shook. As I shot you one more amorous look. I should have spoke up on that cold autumn day. And stopped you from walking away.
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StatsAuthorJames WellsO'Fallon, MOAboutI'm just looking to keep people entertained. It's important to me that I do as much as I can to give hope to the hopeless. We need it the most. But I also do say some comedic things occasionally, b.. more..Writing
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