Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Running



                                                               Running


                                People always run
                                                                no telling why
                                                                maybe to get away
                                                                or to get there   
                                                                I wonder why
                                                                they leave their life behind
                                                                because they never were loved.

2 comments:

  1. I really enjoy reading your poetry and it leaves the reader with something to think about! Mrs.Goins

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  2. Why does this remind me of the song Insanity?

    ~Quicksilver

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