Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Finding Me
The day I ran away I breathed again and cried Gypsy free, I let it go, I fled Leaving home and faith and all behind And followed myself Over road and mountain Ending up instead with who I ran from And home was not my battlefield Never was at all
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