CreativeAngel

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To Nowhere in Particular

January 29, 2018

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I shall walk and talk with him,
He will run ahead i said,
Peacefully quiet soon to be a riot,
Throwing rocks we must head to the docks,
I run side by side with him and hitch a ride,
We reach the docks loudly and time goes slowly,
The boat stopped for us as we but we took the bus,
We ran to the woods far beyond the roads,
I tripped you helped me,
We continued at an even pace past the army base,
We run and run till counting time seems like a crime,
We escape to be found by new horror and then we vape,
Run we scream loud and clear not accepting the homeless beer,
He comes behind me running past till i find him next to me,
They yell at us but we keep running in fear of the prison cell,
Fearlessly we continue to the forest no idea where we could rest,
It is not safe but we run ahead towards the sun,
It shines in our faces as we close in together and he holds a rose,
He gives me the rose and i hug him but it is to late and they take us as bait,
We separate not knowing when we shall meet again but hopefully it is safe in a den,
We are lead away as i go east and he goes west,
When suddenly he breaks his bounds lungs towards we,
the guards very tedious don't realize till we rise,
We tie them with our bounds and leave them their continue our rounds,
The rose still in my hand magically glowing till it is happily spreading,
Giving off warmth we find courage to continue and find more clues,
We walk forever but never will we separate,
My hand in his we run away to the sun ray,
Shining upon us waiting to pick us up in lightning,
The fist of thunder grabs and we safely descend to the heavens as we wonder,
Where or where could we be and hope that it is fair,
We head to Nowhere in Particular with the red rose that i was given by him still in my hand.

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