I built our home on the tracks.
Laid the foundation carefully as to not
disturb the rails
Planted a garden of annuals-
they're beautiful, aren't they?
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Like our love is beautiful.
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We built our home on the tracks.
I know we both saw them
but choose to live here anyway.
We play loud music so as not
to hear the far off whistle.
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Sometimes we sing together-
you hate dancing after all-
and the dissonance makes me forget
that the train schedule has been
planned and posted.
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Our home is on the tracks.
The train is coming,
we know its coming,
yet we pretend not to know,
not to hear,
and not to see.
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We only speak of beautiful things.
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Sarah Lenn
Using writing as a way to capture snapshots of emotion on a screen whilst life happens. And life has thrown me some curve balls. Always striving to find a path through the chaos...
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