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May 2018
I'm gonna get away
Call me out to Santa Fe
Yeah I'm gonna get away
I wish I could go back to yesterday
Call me, tell me she don't wanna play
Tell her it's okay
No plans, what am I gonna do today?
I need to get away
Call me out to Santa Fe
I wanna get away
Friends can't tell the smile's fake
Wait too long to take
She's comin along, she tell me she don't love me though
That's okay, I'm gonna steal the show
Spotlight, late nights
Free-falling, not afraid of heights
Real sights, fist-fights
It's gonna be a long night
Oh God, I need to get away
But if I don't, it's okay
I'll go back to yesterday
Where the fields shield the pain
And the gold coats the water and steamboats divide the regenerating field of tears
Blood floats, saliva sinks
Roller skating through ice rinks
Ask my brain what he thinks
Brain runs, legs think
Arms call and connect the links
Head spins, eyes roll
Veins pop, leaking blood into my soul
Heart hurts, love flirts
Feet disperse
Head alerts
Death inserts
Soul calls time to reverse
Many girls in mini-skirts
Wind blows, hello, perverts
Rain's out, puddles squirt
Cold out, gloves and sweatshirts
Gun shots, coffee pots
Rain drops and bloodied cops
Where's my way to Santa Fe?
I was told I'd be gone by today
But now that time has come to pass, I take refuge in the past
I know this life was not meant to last
So I look to the sky, and gaze in splendour at the stars He's cast
Written by
BleedingIsHereditary  18/M
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     PoetryJournal and Salmabanu Hatim
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