Travelling in the train,
Weather was completely fine,
But I may have been in some pain,
Closed my eye due to sunshine,
Down in memory lane,
Got a glimpse of her again.

And suddenly it started to rain,
I woke up from that insane,
Clock showed it was nine,
So I picked up a glass of wine,
Then I edited my poem line,
And started with "you're not mine"...

© Saamaanyan