When your heartbeats drum their message of love.
My heart soars like the birds flying above.
As flashing thunder streaks across dark skies,
I will come swiftly, believe not their lies.
If any would stop me, my rage I’ll display.
Nothing or no one will stand in my way.
True love hath no captor, it must be free.
Our hearts and our love are just meant to be.
So, hold on to faith and be not dismayed,
The last card in this game has not been played.
They ceased control because we’re still young,
Meet me out back when you hear the bell rung.
I’ve bought fast horses, we’ll be on the run,
You’ll be real safe, long as I have my gun.
Reluctant to be a child
Unsupervised in the wild
Never dreamed of trafficking
All the screams inside happening
Wide eyed and busy tail
All points bulletin for sale
Youth is lost sold to a John
Simple teen years now gone
When the Outcasts Meet the Runaways
When the outcasts meet the runaways,
and the rejects meet the lost.
All those who feel stepped on,
all those society tossed.
When the odd ones lift the fallen, and the fallen rise up strong.
All those who feel unwelcome,
all those who dream to belong.
When the kind hearts meet the broken,
and the quiet scream their name
All those who are united,
all those crazy’s meet their sane.
Me and my friends were known as the runaways
I guess we earned that title
Every weekend we ran away from home
We would ditch school and not come home
We would be out all night
Just a group of kids having fun
Until one weekend we lost one of our members
He was my lover of the group
I lost my virginity to him
But thats the only thing he wanted from me
I haven't seen him since and I guess I never will
RUNAWAYS
My two darlings once pretended to run away.
It seemed a good game for the day;
But they started to hide in a different way,
And ended up lost in a field full of hay.
Running away, they found they soon got tired,
Then the raccoon was suddenly inspired:
A taxi quick and cheap was hired -
But little they knew the driver was wired.
Police then tracked my runaway pair -
Descriptions were broadcast over the air,
“Black furry mask, tawny hair:
When approaching these culprits you must take care”
The exhausted pair were late home tired flat.
Raccoon had had to carry the cat.
She was always unfit and far too fat.
So all day he’d walked , and only rarely sat.
He hadn’t stopped in the sun to bask -
I just knew, I didn’t have to ask.
Despite his criminal-looking mask
He had honestly given his all to the task.
“That mask on your eyes
Ain’t gonna help, nor your sighs,
Not even your cute petite size -
When your punishment I devise”
Oh well, that’s what was said;
But my darlings were fed, then put straight into bed.
It’s one thing to have a mask on your head;
But another to carry a pal who’s half-dead.
Like a fabric that is strong,
but damp all the way through,
my body, soul, and mind,
exist the same as you.
My thoughts are like runaways,
that do not like their home,
they mingle with my reasoning,
and become what I know.
Betrayed innocence
Feet step from the city bus
Their eyes fixed in awe
Where will the new roads take them?
May they soon be led back home
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