`Runaway`

pushed by freedom's desire

 bursts of madness claim me

breaking in runaway restraint

     don't hold on to me

       i wont stay

               you can't buy my love

          

no longer captive to your charm

      leaving your refine preference

               walking away poor

      but free

 the clothes on my back will suffice

   seclusion and secrets left for you alone

               take your wealthy attributes

                             

  and spotless limelight

                             i don't need it

                                  don't want it

                                      don't like it

i had it ..the  fifteen minutes

                  that doesn't last a lifetime

a runaway never promises

                       more time than that..

                      

 

            

            

                  

 

Reviews

[Ladysue]

Fran, love this from that very first line and right down to the finale..this read with a great strong voice and I loved the phrasing too..

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Sue, so very much;

[Matching Socks]

Great poem Fran Marie, whatever our reasons for running, when we do it's just the clothes on our back that are important. Some pocket change is nice too. :)

[Fran Marie]

thanks and oh yeah, a little mad money would come in handy...