RunningA Poem by BeccaTo fly, or more likely to run. That's what I'm doing now. Running away from who knows. Sometimes I forget why I'm running, But life, I guess, is hard. I feel like flying away, Off to a new area. Running, flying, skipping, jumping. I guess you could say I'm always in motion. To fly, to run, to hide away from everything. Storing secrets away, not allowing myself to get close to another soul. To fly, or more likely to run. © 2012 Becca |
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