Skedaddle" he said
Chasing my shadow off his tail
I ran as far as I could go
No destination,yet my legs wouldn't stop
90miles ahead of time
Gasping for breath that seems witheld
A taste of my sweat
Saddles on my lips
All salty and creamy
My tongue could tell
Long as I ran,like a deer hunted by predators
That my legs
Fails to stop shivering in an spring leave
At night
I recollect every detail
An ordeal I couldn't but relish
As you chase me off your trail
Yelling stalker as I ran
The tears that saddles my eyeball red
And ink in blood for the devils signature
With the owls feather or is it chickens
That write out the ordeal with much bitterness.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
Skedaddle" he said
Chasing my shadow off his tail
I ran as far as I could go
No destination,yet my legs wouldn't stop
90miles ahead of time
Gasping for breath that seems witheld
A taste of my sweat
Saddles on my lips
All salty and creamy
My tongue could tell
Long as I ran,like a deer hunted by predators
That my legs
Fails to stop shivering in an spring leave
At night
I recollect every detail
An ordeal I couldn't but relish
As you chase me off your trail
Yelling stalker as I ran
The tears that saddles my eyeball red
And ink in blood for the devils signature
With the owls feather or is it chickens
That write out the ordeal with much bitterness.
He wasn't a lover! He wasn't a Friend either.. Not anymore#
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