Run away

 run away, run away, 

meet me on a saturday,

 kiss me on a sunday, 

forget me on a monday,

while away with me

messing me up like

i am your one and only

caressing me 

and claiming fears are nothing

maybe i am just a dress doll to you

sweet, pretty, vulnerable

who will do everything for antics

toxic for my life

and yet she ponders over you

you are a cut kite

and still remembered after eons

wishing for your return

even when its dead

a dancing white ghost

which is roaming aimlessly

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