Told a friend, told a few.
Scary house, pretty knife.
Pretty girl, ugly life.
Mother knew, father saw.
Fathers wife, constant threats.
Sanity hanging by a thread.
I took her hand, ran away.
Or was it casual walking?
Praying for a better place.
Met a man, pretty brown eyes.
Kissed a man, hungry lips.
****** a man, total bliss.
Old friend, new bed.
Lit up, ****** down.
Rested my head, closed my eyes.
Accepting a new life
as a Walkaway.