among our drunken night talks, we talked about a hole;
a hole where we would fall.
deep into nothing.
we would pass pianos on the wall,
falling, falling, falling.
we would see a rabbit in a waist coat,
saying: "im late."
we would get locked in a room with one table in the middle,
one pics of cake, that said eat me,
and a key.
we would eat the cake and grow huge,
and drink the drink and get small.
we would missed the key,
and had to do it all over again.
we got threw the door
and see a world of our own,
where we actually fit in.
where we were loved and needed
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we ran away
Poetryone day we ran away, just for the hell of it poem, short story, teen fiction ©teawithhayes
