Running Mascara

Running Mascara

A Poem by Sarah Redigan

To find a dream maybe something for others
but her dreams are something to her
she can feel her insides cringing deep down inside of her
with tearful eyes
mascara starting to smear
taking one look at who  she used to be
one blue eye and one green
just and average girl that left the seen
she doesn't know about you but
her dreams mean something to her
it starts to rain she swings open the door
escaping from everything she'd ever known
with tearful eyes mascara beginning to run
she stakes one steps then begins to run
running from everything away from her past
towards the feature not knowing how long it will last
with only one question to ask
how long does it take to hide the girl always picked last
the girl that ran away so far from her past
oh how long does it take to run away from the things that never last
she doesn't know about your dreams but her dreams mean something to her
the rain has stopped and stopped her in her tracks
as she looks to the ski and says good bye to the girl always picked last
Good bye to the rain and finally good bye to her
past

© 2012 Sarah Redigan


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There comes a g in a persons life remember the ones who never get picked turn into the swans and the football players shovel coal for the intelligent ones who inherit the world.Teen years are but one fifth of life the other four fifths are spent quite differently

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Lovely, Sarah...at times, we have let go of the past, to move on...it does make us stronger in a sense...it's a process...you are an awesome writer...write on. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Sarah Redigan

11 Years Ago

Thank u very much
Everett DeValle

11 Years Ago

You are very welcome much, Sarah. :)
There comes a g in a persons life remember the ones who never get picked turn into the swans and the football players shovel coal for the intelligent ones who inherit the world.Teen years are but one fifth of life the other four fifths are spent quite differently

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Hi! My name is Sarah I'm a little eccentric at times .. ☆ I am also very sensitive and strong ♡I have a lot of faults and imperfections but I drive on them... I enj.. more..

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