Morning Commute BluesA Poem by Javanread it and find out! :D
She had me lost for words,
like I can't find my dictionary. Her sweet smile could mean anything, like circles drawn in pictionary. her sweet words drip, from candyfloss lips, and the seas would stand still, for every wave of her hips. I see her every day. Same time, same train, I always try to catch her eye, so she can make my day again. I daydream about our holidays, on boats, cars, trains, planes, but by dreams are spoiled, like make-up in the rain, because the ring on her finger says she will never know my name. © 2012 JavanReviews
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StatsAuthorJavanLondon, Croydon, United KingdomAboutJust another 32 year old with an over-active imagination and a half-decent vocabulary. I started writing just to help me get things off of my chest and out of my mind. It's an escape for me. Been.. more..Writing
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