Treasure Island

Lexie Mulkey

(May 14,1997-?)

Running


Im my mind it feels as though I am running, running just to be as near to your side as possible.
Everytime it feels like I've made an inch closer to you, I feel your current dragging me back to start.
So I keep on running to be near.

I know you don't want me by your side, but I keep on running forward, for your endless light keeps on nawing at my attention.
So, I keep on running to be near.

Even though it feels like Im starting to get close, I've always been a million or more miles away, but I want to keep my run,
For I feel more than you'll ever know to be with you for lives to come, so I keep on running to be near.
Running, Running, Running to be as close as I possibly can to you.
Running, Running, Running

Submitted: Saturday, October 30, 2010

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