Friday, August 1, 2008


Get away, she'd say
Let's get away from everything we know
All those things that hurt us
That old beat Ford drove us
Where we passed glorious things
We smelled strawberry fields
And she cried silently with her hair flying
The windows undone, my hand held hers
She talked about nothing, silently
But behind her eyes, I'm never sure
She saw daddy and dark places
She saw herself in that house of secrets
And in the car, we flew past our memories
My eyes teared from the wind,
Hers from him
We kept going.

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