Away from you

by Mr Rhee   Sep 10, 2007


I love the sound of rain.
It makes me want to run.
Run away from the sky.
Away from you.

I love the feel of the wind.
It makes me cringe.
Hide from the world.
Away from you.

I love the tastes of sweet.
It makes me want to spit.
To find a new flavor.
Away from you.

I love the sight of mist.
It makes me crawl.
Right into a deeper cave.
Away from you.

I love the way you hate me.
It makes me want to die.
So I can go to my grave.
Away from you.

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