What is this, a love poem? I don't even....

The train runs too slowly,
while the stars outside are bright.

The train runs too slowly,
I'll probably just stay the night.

My feet don't move fast enough,
to bring me into your arms.

My feet don't move fast enough,
to keep me safe from harm.

My eyes don't blink too quickly,
for me to hold your gaze.

My eyes don't blink too quickly,
because you're now miles away.

© 2012