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Last Train to Paris

Poetry By: deanfraserphillips

A tale of a last attempt at love

Submitted:Jul 7, 2009    Reads: 108    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

We ignored the rules life, decided to break the shackles tonight
Our last gasp of freedom, before we became rats devoid of light
Had to break, make a run for the place we talked in dreams
Take this promise and keep it alive, yet its tearing at the seams
I won't say it's over, I won't say that its you
I'm clinging to eternal hope, one shot to make it all so true
One way ticket to Paris, the city where love exists
Two hearts clinging to forgotten hope, sharing one eternal kiss
One way ticket to Paris, the steam rises from the train
The silence of Porte d'Clingoutant masquerades the pain
A cheap hotel in suburbs, on the horizon lights they dance
Gazing into beaten eyes, this really is last chance
Tomorrow is a new day, the sun will rise once more
Dreams still exist in our cruel unfair world, what are we fighting for?


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