My river of tears flows,
deep and long.
My train of thoughts trun,
loud and strong.
My river is made of tears
yet it shines crimson red.
I can not help to watch it
fill with words that I have bled.
My train is of darkened steel.
and it leaves a pitch black trail.
You should not think to follow it
for it rides a deep dark tale.
Its my time to ride my train of thoughts
and sail my stream of tears.
To get away from all my fears.

Angel Rose Romance

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