on May 1, 2017 May 1, 2017 Train Wreck in Poetry by Soulcruzer Share Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email She’s a train wreck in a black mini dress. I stood on the tracks, watched her approach. There was nothing I could do to stop her. Share this:FacebookXLike this:Like Loading... Share This Previous Post← This to me is a full life This to me is a full life Next PostLuxuries and Vices → Luxuries and Vices You May Also Like Blog Poetry seeking fire View Post Creativity Poetry Bliss View Post Blog Poetry ignorance View Post Poetry deconstruct View Post Poetry Light the world View Post Poetry Reminisced View Post