Runaway Poem by kimmie miranda

if i should stay here one more day
before I decide to runaway
this place will be filthy
the place will be lame
this place will be messed up with no one to blame
I'll pack my up my clothes my cd's and you
and other things that dont seem new
im counting twelve dollors for seperate things
two fifty for the metro and one fifty for the train
I'll bring myself six stops from here
then I'll be there two blocks near..
at an address authorities don know
I wont be alone
and I'll call my soul alone
When I look back years from now
this place wont be existing
it will simply be a memory
of when I cried for what was missing
sO..If I should stay here one more day
before I decide to runaway
these incidents were meant to be
despite my past and where i be.