I lay my heart on this train track,
no place to catch your train,
and I wonder
and think
and refrain,
from breathing which would only
prolong life and this agony,
of my loving you,
seemingly taken as joke.
Real for me, but real for only one,
just doesn't get you there,
to happiness and everlasting love,
as mine was for you,
praying for that
just one more chance
to get it right.
Standing at your hearts door,
so afraid to knock,
and be laughed away
once more, my love,
not taken seriously.
