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 Poetry night’s leaves View Post Blog Poetry ignorance View Post Inspiration Poetry words of encouragement View Post Poetry The Sparrow View Post Poetry in a view that looks the same View Post Blog Poetry Where is her glory? View Post