Running Poem by Bellaina Bella Hernandez

Writing upon a blank page
I try to think of words
to put at bay
only thing comes to be laid
is that I'm a coward
running away not toward

Making excuses of why I go
not wanting to be the fool in the show
Try to maintain my pride
wanting to be lost, so
no one can find
and make me their Prize

Knowing very well once weak and open
this love of mine will be taken
and to think its perfect like Heaven
Hell will come, then two hearts are broken
Back to away runnin'
life of a coward livin'