Alas,
My life has gone
Empty platforms
With flowers trampled over
The smell of speed
And hollow promises
My steps got lost
In underground corridors
Chasing deceitful dreams
Dressed up in pretty girls
My errors hide in waiting rooms
Unable to buy a ticket
For, where to go?
Eternally early and yet late
I took my time
For reunions and goodbyes
Have I missed my train?
Or has it never come?
On The Platform
© Copyright: Драгана Старчевич, 2018
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