strange love

The train left the platform,

I wonder if I should've got on,

I'm not walking straight,

Am I thinking straight?

I'm breathing down the night,

Soaking in the past scenes,

Asking why my nights have a pattern,

Hey, shhhh, it's not new,

We are all poets,

Waiting to be interrogated,

Over staying our welcome,

Forgetting all the last lines,

But What am I trying forget?

Or am I trying to remember?

Each face, each gesture, each love,

I'm not disheartened,

Because I'm not looking,

But still expecting, something cosmic,

Because stars are out there,

Flairing red, And then black,

Feeling too much burns away the yearn,

Like too much sun whittles the flowers,

But I'm still here though,

I'm still feeling, walking wobbly,

And my heart is learning,

Learning that the nights are mine,

The nights are free and undeterred,

And when the time comes, I'll love, 

I'll love till my chest bursts,

I'll love till it hurts.