Staring at the metal table, my heart unstable.
Seeing a blur at the side of my eye, is what they call the bad guy.
Accused for robbery, but only because of poverty.
We left together away from our families, just to live happily.
Not allowed together was the problem, ran away at the start of autumn.
Now he's in a cell and I'm in a rusty motel.
His hair longer and his eyes soulless and dull, his face hollow like a skull.
My family said to forget and come back, but my heart says I can't.
He said I should go back and have a better life, but what is life without him on my side.
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If I Could Fly
PoetryI'm missing half of me, when were apart. ... I recommend to listen to If I Could Fly by One Direction The song inspired me to write this
