Runaway Poem by Tiffany Saxon

on the move all the time,
Running scared, Wanting to hide,
I lay down crying.
Wondering when the time will be mine.
Daydreaming of how things could be,
but the need to be free seems to be a
long lost fantasy.
Looking over one's shoulder just to sit in
peace and relax.
Praying,
Hoping,
and Wishing that a peace of mind will once
again come back.
Filling spaces of terrible places is the key to
one's being.
Love is the key to alot of things
For one,
This key has no meaning.
So you're a runaway with time to spare...
Who cares for all the wrong reason's to
bare.
Stepping out on that stepping stone
to be told,
How one can be so cold yet bold.
Here's a toast to the night and day.
God Bless the ' Runaway'