Words From The Heart (Poetry)

Leaving...

Your feet are aimlessly traveling down the gravel road, and it seems as though it has no end.

You don't look back, not a single glance at the home that once made you.

Because you know that if you do, you'll rub back to it with open arms.

You're leaving for reasons you can't seem to explain,

because you feel like you just don't belong here... belong their.

You don't have a care in the world, you just walk... and you keep walking.

You've got spare change in your pocket,

and iPod for your worries,

and a journal for your journey's.

You're leaving,

and you aren't looking back.