Two kinds of love

There are two kinds of love, my friend

The love that I have to forget but never felt

And the love that I know and I always melt

Either way there is always an end

The moon that only reflects the sunlight

Does not have its own, only appears at night

And there are suns that shine together

But it all depends on the weather

Because there are cloudy days

When brightness is overshadowed by clouds

Even for eyes adapted with the purple haze

Some people get lost in the crowds

There are two kinds of trains

There are those that move too fast

And there are those who do not last

Even then somehow they change lanes

Each station has an entrance and an exit

Some of them you simply can not resist

Yet will be time to move on to the next

Passengers will be like the effects

Left for you by each station

Experiences will also stay at other stops

A scar for visiting each location

And you will be counting the hours of the clocks

Soon you will arrive at the end of the railway

May be the awaited that you will stay

Or maybe there is nothing in this zone

Only two kinds of rails to stand alone

Oliver Yeager

3rd February 2019