Escape

 

 

She has the look of someone who’s trying to escape

To home,

Or some place far away from home

Run away to the arms of a long lost lover,

Or some stranger in the street

Write some poetry,

Dance in the rain,

Fill up an ashtray or two

But the dreams they pass her by,

And winter comes too late

The once radiant smile grows fainter,

And bitterness is the only sweet taste to be found

Now even her poetry is not sad enough,

For her to be free

So she exists

 

 

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