Runaway This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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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)

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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@m@nd@ said...
Dec. 8, 2011 at 9:02 am
this poem really speaks to me great job it may be short but it tells alot ♥
 
HCReingold said...
Aug. 29, 2010 at 8:58 pm
this reminds me so of me...
 
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