Poems on the train

So I don't know if anyone will be reading this or if anyone even cares but I'm going to be posting my poetry on here.

Today on the train...

Walking down this platform,
black marks of gum once chewed o nthe floor,
spray paint assalting a wall done by a
young 17 year old who wanted the city to know his name.
This music beats in my ears,
it has no words and yet so many.
The stroke of the strings, runnin through my chest.
The grace of the drums,
begging to be heard.
So much to inspire me and yet...

Another poem...
Your hands are like dawn,
smiling upon my thighs,
soft and warm, running through me.
The soft wind of your breath bellows on my neck.
The weapon of your choice inside of me like the rhythm of my favorite song.
Like the love that never disappeared.
I could on forever but I'd rahter not.

These memories resist, persist, insist
to be told, to be felt, to be alive.
I won't let them as I pretend to just be
your friend while with each stroke,
I fall harder and harder.