Run where the road leads
with golden fields on either side
that float with shinning dew beads
and breeze in the wind with pride.
Run when the storm won't stop
and the lightning scares your heart
into fragile pieces until you flop
right to the ground, hiding where you think is smart.
Run like smiles all do
when your present them a present or two;
you feel like you can run forever and true
wings float on your back. You fly; you flew.
Run until your legs fail you;
run until you can't catch up anymore;
run until people look so few;
run until you hit the floor.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
