i skip, they yell
i stop, they yell
i fall, they look
i stumble, they yell
i run, they stay
i search, they find
i cry, they see
i see, they do nothing but stare.
i fall, and they look
i find love, and they don't
i find the one, and they let me go.
i ranaway from the ones who restricted me,
they made me hurt,
they made cry,
they made me wonder why,
did they love me,
or was really a lie.
i found the boy,
whos love me as me,
as the girl who runs,
yells,
cries,
and fights back.
i skip,
i stop,
i fall,
i stumble,
i run,
but i will never stop searching,
for the ones who love me,
for me.
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Copyright MyTimeWasYesterday
A/N: I really hope ya fellas like it:) Peace out and happy holiday wishes to all!!! -Liney
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PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday