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Train wreck


I wish the tracks were longer Or at least in this short journey, would it have hurt for the tracks to meander Believe me the scenes were pretty I loved seeing you sucked into the moments Quiet, smiling that wizened smile Sometimes I'd wonder from where you drew your smiles in this dark old world Your view and mine, totally different Seeing good in impossible places You were my wand to abracadabra my heavy heart into the lightest of feathers so I could rise above every nuance Now all of that is immortalised in each and every heartbeats of those who were touched by your presence I could not get a good enough picture frame so we just video framed it, your smiles,your friendships, all the facets of you will live on as incarnations in whomever you tied fate with It's a waste, me being here all alone I know I said the scenes were pretty but that was before I realised it's you who gave them splendor And now that the tracks are cut and the train's wrecked The scenes are grey
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