We wanted an escape
So we jumped on a plane
Drove on the fast lane
And kissed in the rain

We wanted to run
In the desert sun
Far away
On the runaway

We didn't  care
About the fare
the price to pay
To have our way

We wanted to leave
From all the grieve
Feeling naive,
I took his sleeve

Hand in my palm
The taste of his lip balm
Made me burst like a bomb
Running somewhere in Vietnam

We swam in the ocean
Made a commotion
Along with weird notions
Swimming in emotions

Then he left
Commiting a theft
A fine art
That was my heart

I was too quick
A burning wick
I fell for his trick
Became the devil's walking stick

I now sit in the sun
Still on the run
triggered the gun
At least it was fun
                                                
        -hnb