I have been running away from you
Running away into the woods
Where there are trees taller than the house i grew up in
And beams of light that shine brighter than my mothers smile
As I wandered off into the sunset
And hide behind the leaves
All I kept thinking was
'He would have liked it here'
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
I have been running away from you
Running away into the woods
Where there are trees taller than the house i grew up in
And beams of light that shine brighter than my mothers smile
As I wandered off into the sunset
And hide behind the leaves
All I kept thinking was
'He would have liked it here'
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