Runaway MAG

By Melanie A., Tazewell, VA

We collected our footsteps on the way down
and in the midst of our hour of defeat,
we found a home in each other’s presence,
a rebellion in our quiet riot.
We watched our castles burn,
sparks and glitters turning to dust
(the way gold in a young child’s eyes would)
imagining they were the fireworks
strewn across our eyes’ sky
(knowing we would give anything just to run away)

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i love this so much!

on Dec. 8 2011 at 9:02 am
AmandaaPandaa GOLD, Glen Cove, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"what lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us"!!

this poem really speaks to me great job it may be short but it tells alot ♥

HCReingold said...
on Aug. 29 2010 at 8:58 pm
HCReingold, Rochester, New York
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this reminds me so of me...


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