and start running towards nothing.
I just wish
I could reach oblivion.
"Come back here,
witch!"
A flying broom,
wicked spells,
would be helpful right now.
But I'm grounded
and running.
Running from
my problems.
And as I start to breathe harder,
the smell of
that nostalgic cologne
begins to leave my senses.
And I realize,
I miss it.
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What Comes Next... [Wattys 2014]
PoesíaViolet has never stopped running. She lives for the wind on her face, and seeing the blur of cars as they drive by. And she has real problems to run from. An alcoholic mother, an abusive ex-boyfriend, and the lowest grades in school. It's time for V...