Run Away

Bleh... I officially hate Wednesdays.

I want to run, 

I want to play.

Will you stay, 

And unfold the plates?

Things will lie,

Yes they will,

But if I die,

Forget your will.

We shall fly,

Into the sky.

We will sing songs of ecstasy,

For you are the best of me. 

Author's Note

Sorry it doesn't make a lot of sense.

Reviews

[kaylynnmelody♥]

i like the flow of this poem. it was a very creative write and i think it will have meaning to anyone who reads it.

[SwagMaster]

Love it the rhythm and flow, but you're right; the meaning is somewhat confusing. Anyway, I love it!!:)