Oh, how I wish
The world would continue to spin
If I decided to get up
And leave
And forget to return.
How I wish
I could see the sunrise
From the height birds witness.
How I wish
I had no ties
To the tiny forgotten town.
Oh, how I wish
You and I
Could grab our coats,
Leave a note,
And run away.
YOU ARE READING
Painting With Words
PoetryThese are subtle glimpses I get from the lives of the people around me, written as poems. Some refer to me; most don't. Enjoy.
