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Parents left, This is my chance. I ran out the house, Without a second glance. I kept running. I'm not wearing shoes. I feel ground. Something I don't ever do. It's cold outside. No jacket on me. I don't care. I continue to flee. I arrive at the park, The local soccer field. I take a deep breath. My eyes sealed. I walk out in the open, A cool sensation. I lie in the grass, In the sweet condensation. The curtain of fog Opens, revealing stars. They never change, No matter where you are. Whether its a new location, Or new state of mind. Theyre always constant, The warm, comforting kind. I lie there for a while, Just me and the sky. I exhale clouds, Watching them float by. It was getting late, Began to feel alone, I stood up, And ran back home. |
verbage.| Posted on 2013-01-06 00:00:00 | by poetotoe | [ Reply to This ] | This is very nice, the imagery was wonderful- I really enjoyed this | | Posted on 2013-01-05 00:00:00 | by metallichick786 | [ Reply to This ] | |