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Running, I could not stop,
Running I won’t let him catch up.
Thus was that first night of April
The most horrific night of my life
When that man chased me
Just when the clock striked ten.
Running, I won’t stop
Running, I won’t let him catch up.
I was running fast
And he was keeping up
For of course, I was just a girl
He was asking to marry.
“Marry me,” he said, as he reached his pocket
For the ring he was going to offer me
As a symbol of his love.
But I did not love him back.
So he clutched my hand,
His eyes filled with fear.
And I screamed.
Running, I could not stop
Running, I won’t let him catch up.
I climbed the fence, but he caught my foot,
“But Rose, he said, “You know I love you!”
I shook my foot free, and fell on the other side
Of the high fence.
Running, I could not stop,
Running, I won’t let him catch up.
I looked behind my back
And concluded he was far.
So I found refuge, under an oak tree.
I looked at my hands,
My bleeding hands.
Why did he have to choose me?
“Rose!” I heard him sceam.
Yes, It’s true, he caught up with me.
He held my wrists; he was holding a knife
And I was holding a scream of fright.
“Rose, I love you.” I heard him say.
“Idiot! You’re my brother!”
And I ran away.
“April fools!” I heard him scream.
And I stopped and screamed
“You know that was mean!” scream
- by Toffee Taffeta |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/12/2010 |
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- Title: Running in April
- Artist: Toffee Taffeta
- Description: A really surprising poem. It surprised me myself.
- Date: 04/12/2010
- Tags: running april
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