He's a runaway
From his broken
Home.
No place to go.
It's been days
Since he's seen
His light at the end
Of the tunnel.
Her.
But he won't
Give up
Not today.
No how
No way.
It's been months
Since he's seen
His ray of sunshine
In the dark grey
Cloudy day
That is on going.
Day after day.
Her.
But he won't
Give up
Not today.
No how
No way.
It's been a year
Since he's seen
His bright coloured
Sweetheart
In the black and white
Hell of a world.
Her.
He's decided
To give up
Today
Once he's seen her
One last time.
He's a runaway
From his own life
That was taken
This cold winter day.
Because he couldn't see
Her.
YOU ARE READING
words like rivers
PoesiaThe crappy poems I form in my head at random times. This probably won't even get published. I realized that it's not healthy for me to keep all these in my head all the time, so I put them in a book on here.
