I heard about a trip to the
city called Love
and I tried to find my way there
But I got lost in a crowd
The station was uncomfortable,
but I heard the journey was worth it...
and I noticed that happiness
was glimmering in the passengers on this train
I felt hopeful that things were going to look up
when I finally reached this destination called love
Then out of the corner of my eye
I thought I saw it,
its beauty, its richness
it seemed to be the absolute best
It just sat there, and I marveled at the site
So I got off the train, I thought I was where I wanted to be
I just wanted the heart of the city to notice me
But what I didn't know, was that other
passengers got off the same stop as me
And it seemed, that only one person would fit
in the heart of the city
and the other passenger wasnt worried,
she looked at me in pity
I started walking, then running to the heart
but the other girl beat me
then a gnawing, aching feeling scattered inside
and I wanted to run away, I wanted to hide,
and I knew I was upset, but I didnt know I was going to cry
It was a long journey, but I found my way back to the station
and now Im slowly riding, but this time I'll be the one waiting
Well it is the cushion of love that makes this long difficult journey of life woth living...cheers toCupid I shall say....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this one! well thought it. Love the metaphors! I wrote a similar one title'love...mountain climbing'. Would appreciate it if you read it.