Derailer

Your train of thought is derailed before the station And all you have left is the force of your imagination And that doesn’t even work, So you work it off. You’ve come too far and done too much To let this thing off. You’ve waited too long to be touched. The burning feeling inside is not anger. It’s part regret, but not blue. It’s tired and has no hunger And there’s really nothing you can do. It’s a deep red raspberry sadness And it’s attached to the inside of your ribs. It’s not something we should have in us And it’s not something easy for yourself to forgive. Your train of thought is derailed before the station And all you have left is the force of your imagination And that doesn’t even work, So you work it off. You’ve come too far and done too much To let this thing off. You’ve waited too long to be touched. And so you will wait. And you will wonder why you thought what you did Why you tried to play the bait. Why you stood out in the open when the others hid. Their blazing angers incapable of touching you Just like the object of your affection Because if you don’t love someone back, it’s not something you do. After all, we play by rules of attraction. Your train of thought is derailed before the station And all you have left is the force of your imagination And that doesn’t even work, So you work it off. You’ve come too far and done too much To let this thing off. You’ve waited too long to be touched. Hopefully, it won’t be long.

sidetracked again.

. **jstop

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