Seconds Poem by Raven Fulford

Seconds

Rating: 5.0


keep running through the forest
the trees wipping at your body
your running for that hottie
who could it be?
oh no she is dying run.... run
faster she's got two seconds
run... run hurry now
don't wait for the seasons
1 second she's dying faster!
faster! get to her!
the clock stikes midnight
and we never know if he saved her life
so we wait
and wait
and wait
till dawn

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