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Jun 2010
Spent her last 3 dollars on two plastic rings.
She always spends her last pennies on pointless things.
Checks under her bed to make sure there's nothing there.
Through her bedroom window she sits and just stares.
She's alone in her room while everyone's in the sun.
They ask her to play and all she can do is run.

Down her stairs and through her doors.
She can run for miles, maybe more.

Lost her voice talking to her dog.
Took a shower and regained it in the fog.
Her mom always said, "Warm water heals all."
And she remembers those words as the water falls.
Her dad knocks on the door to check if she's okay.
She threw on her clothes and ran away.

Down the stairs, into the room with the dolls.
She sat on the floor and became one of them all.

The radio was blaring an acoustic of words,
she sang so loud she forgot the chords.
She spun her arms out wide and twirled around.
When a rock hit the window it made a clinking sound.
She switched off the radio and slipped on her shoes,
she took her steps in variables of two.

Down her stairs and out the back door-way.
She kept running as a young man begged her to stay.

Fell asleep on her desk doing math in her head,
she dreamt she was in someone's bed.
With arms around her that clung so tight,
she heard a voice and everything went white.
A gasp escapes her breath, the room turns to look at her,
but all that's left is a pile of books on the floor.

Down the stairs and past her peers,
her throat goes tight and her eyes fill with tears.

When to her side she saw a blur,
a young man was trying to keep up with her.
Breathless and frightened, she saw a tree.
She fell to the ground and laid underneath.
Her eyes were tightly closed but she felt two hands,
she raises her eyelids and sees the young man.

Down the hill, she tried to run away,
but something inside her told her to stay.

In a field on her back,
she laid on a blanket filled of random knick-knacks.
Mixing them around and admiring them all,
she was interrupted by a familiar call.
A flower in her hair of curls,
she looked up to smile at the young man whom was hers.

Down the field and up to the skies,
they laid together and watched the sun rise.

Spent his last year worth of paychecks on two diamond rings,
he always likes to buy her things.
But this one's special and she'll know it soon,
he'll tell her why this afternoon.
Underneath a tree as he asks for her hand,
he'll soon be husband and not just a young man.

Down past their new house and all across the land,
you can hear whispers of a story of the girl who no longer ran.
Written by
Ashley Morrissey
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