Pick up the pace
Let's go we're running
Don't stop, still goingPeople are tripping, someone's falling
Keep going
Eyes forward, they're rollingWhat's that? Keep moving
Stop, who's left
Don't look but we're soaringThere's only three
Are you sure? Who's running?
Keep goingIt's only me
Must keep going
That's not me
Who are we missingWe've been kids forever
My heart is racing
I didn't mean to- Candy Apple
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Every Color Has Meaning [Poetry]
PoesiaI have a tendency To seek out a pattern Whether behavior, objects or other I used to look at people And wonder what their color was if I could love them for who they portrayed I know what it is like to love An indigo, a plain crayon blue, a changing...