Beatrice Preti

Freshman - 843 Points [Beatrice Preti]

Parallel Tracks

I jump on a train at the end of the day
Waiting for your love to whisk me away
The wheels start to move, and our journey begins
Two lovers united until the night ends
The wind in my hair is chilly and cool
A reminder that love is heartless and cruel
But, for now, I don't care, the tracks vibrate below
And my heart starts to pound, we don't take it slow
The train barrels forward, and my love rushes on

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