Poem #343

She left peace and security behind in search of a feeling.
Promises turned lies and friends turned foes paved the way for a runaway.

Physically she is here, mentally she is dancing under the stars.
Meeting strangers, running to the sea, lighting a cigarette after a shot of whiskey.

Chains are not for the open minded, cages too small to hold her soul.
She spills over, slips across the borders, disappears from your fingers when you try to hold her.

A little runaway who got selfish tendencies. She wants the pleasure and the joy
all for herself but still she left a piece of herself wherever she went.

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