Runaway Darling Poem by Christian Connor Schwantes

It's getting harder to breath
This isn't tag or make-believe
I'm running on fumes and about to crash
So darling,
We could take a trip to Rome
A place with olives on oiled stones
We'd look like kings, love
Fat tummies and heel wings
Seeing statues and beautiful things
Or darling,
We could take a trip to France
Were people don't know our dance
Drinking the night away
Till it seemed like yesterday
We can eat the finest bread
Holding each other we'd rest our heads
Maybe darling,
We could take a trip to Spain
Enjoying the warm summer rain
And thank god for each other day
Because with you I'd have it no other way
I'm bound to stay
Holding to you
Oh darling