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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