I stood at the train station and looked around me in wonder and fondness and curiosity and drops of memories drifted in;
The red of the train and the liveliness and sadness and joy of everyone around me
It gets to me and I remember the fifth year of the same school these little kids are going to
And I remember the boy a girl like me hated
And I remember I realised that I wasn't the girl like me,
I was the girl like the girl who would like a boy like him
And the boy was a boy different to the boy who'd never like a girl like me who wouldn't like a boy like him
And the love song sort of went like that -
Until the chorus ended and we all just stood there wondering what the hell would come next
We became confused because we were only kids and not professional musicians
And we left the stage and everyone laughed.
Everyone laughed and we tried to laugh with them because we knew we'd been stupid
But it hurt inside and we knew it did, but we were kids so we dismissed that.
Then we went to bed thinking of how if we'd tried, the song would have turned out
But we were kids
So we forget the lyrics and decided to sing a new song.
And this time we continued it because we were older
And when moments came when we thought the melody wasn't right
We forgot it because we were older and tired and didn't feel like doing anything much else
So we sang along and lived the song
Until finally we became sick of performing it live because we
Didn't really like the sound of it anymore.
We came to this train station, both of us-
Because we knew our melodies would match.
And now I stand and look around me and I catch someone's eyes And then I remember -
I remember as i stand staring at the boy i used to love,
I remember those lyrics i enjoyed singing so much -
So i went forward and put my hand in front of me
He smiled and took it,
We both felt the lyrics come back and
We both heard the sound in our ears,
We both just started singing -
And so the love song kind of went like that.
A/N: Ah, I just love writing run-on poems like these. They're so simple and straight forward and not barred by long words and long thoughts and just unnecessary prettyness. This is like a person's train of thought, isn't it? Yep, it's a train.
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