Array ( [sid] => 156450 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => RUNAWAY GIRL Pt. 1 [time] => 2010-01-03 01:59:37 [hometext] => "Wrote this bout 5 years ago when i was 15 an found it lying around. Thought I'd post it. Anyway enjoy" [bodytext] => A one way ticket to better days,
Her great escape she thought
away from simplicity and frays.

Her mother had vanished years ago
and her drunken father couldn't care less
as long as his glass was full,
yet he secretly shed tears
gazing upon an empty ring,
which rested within a rusty head dress.

Her mother was graceful,
sweet to the core
her touch healed any pain.
Her father struggled when she left
changing to lesser than a knight
a strange figure, a sponge for the blame.


Her saved up money; the gift for today,
she didn't care for tomorrow
as she drove to a random destination
intense doubt surrounded her,
but tears, anger and rage were stronger.

She reminisced through passing hours,
a lost smile broke from a hardened shell.
Running around playing with her parents
on their Sunday walks through the park...
That's how the memory played,
a moment in time
longing to relive
wishing her mother would have stayed.

She cursed at her mother
her heart ached for a reason.
She was hours away from home
in the backyard of the cruel world,
the big city lights lured her
a moth to a lethal flame,
her pure essence faded in the night...

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RUNAWAY GIRL Pt. 1
Date: Sunday, 3rd January 2010 @ 01:59:37 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Daylynn_Van_Wyk
A one way ticket to better days,
Her great escape she thought
away from simplicity and frays.

Her mother had vanished years ago
and her drunken father couldn't care less
as long as his glass was full,
yet he secretly shed tears
gazing upon an empty ring,
which rested within a rusty head dress.

Her mother was graceful,
sweet to the core
her touch healed any pain.
Her father struggled when she left
changing to lesser than a knight
a strange figure, a sponge for the blame.


Her saved up money; the gift for today,
she didn't care for tomorrow
as she drove to a random destination
intense doubt surrounded her,
but tears, anger and rage were stronger.

She reminisced through passing hours,
a lost smile broke from a hardened shell.
Running around playing with her parents
on their Sunday walks through the park...
That's how the memory played,
a moment in time
longing to relive
wishing her mother would have stayed.

She cursed at her mother
her heart ached for a reason.
She was hours away from home
in the backyard of the cruel world,
the big city lights lured her
a moth to a lethal flame,
her pure essence faded in the night...



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