A crumbled paper at the train stop

Sadness on a piece of paper 
that a poet wrote...
What is it  with these people 
and their aching souls?

Aching souls...

Night without sleep 
holding on to pain,
I wonder if the poem 
would sound better then...

Better then...

Seating by the tracks 
waiting for the train
I wonder if my lover 
will be home today, before it rains?

Before it rains...

I look at this paper
and I wonder why 
we spend so much time 
wishing to the stars...

Wishing to the stars...

Why don't we simply say...
I love you, to the ones we do.
Why we don't trust our instincts 
in the matters of the heart...?

Matters of the heart...

The lyrics that he wrote 
were perfect and so clever 
I wonder if he could whisper them
to his intended lover...?

Intended lover...

Or will it be just paper
flying through the wind
and she will never know 
how he really feels...?

How he really  feels...

I hope he tells his heart
that he whispers in her ears
and do not let his actions 
be controlled by fear...