Graffiti On a Train
You know, I've seen parts of you that I'll never see again, Like graffiti on a train.
Fleeting and mysterious entendres of myself embedded in you make it so hard for me to love them.
So hard to understand them, they just come and go.
I make haste to find beauty in the art that just passes by as we live through each other at the highest levels of bliss. And then its gone.
Every other time it's a different place, different train, with different art pieces. for some, none at all.
But what are my chances of seeing yours again? The parts of you that I saw in me...
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