Runnin' from what's chasin' me
Hopin' to appear as a phantom to what's real, what's right
Disappearin' from those I know and don't
No promises just lies
the same ones been chasin' me for a while
Thought I killed em but I just got around em
Looks like the bramble finally got a hold
pullin' me down
no more runnin'
just crawlin', eatin' dirt
like runnin' through molasses
a field of flowers whose petals are broken glass
tearin' me apart
4 comments:
hot damn.
am i allowed to say that?
let's make it into a song when you join our back porch band.
what emily said.
oh my, this is most excellent! i especially love the imagery at the end.
What Barbara said.
There's nothing like being a mother of children who can do such things. I'm most blessed.
What Mrs. Terry said.
Minus the being your mother part.
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