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from this world, i so
want to run away with you--
and build us a home.
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we can live in a
tree, or a hole in the ground;
i will build a home.
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white wood and picket
fencing encircle a green
yard... full of flowers.
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out in these fields of
dreams, we can live forever.
...but you are not here.
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About the Creator
Chloe
she’s back.
a prodigious writer at 14, she has just completed a 100,000+ word book and is looking for publishers.
super opinionated.
writes free-verse about annoying people.
Mama’s Boy
I’ve been a fiancé for four years and three months. We’ve been together for six and a half years total, and we have a two-month-old son together. I can’t help but think that we’ll never get married. We haven’t even decided on a wedding date. When I bring it up, he tries to escape the room as if he’s late for something more important.
By Real Poetic5 days ago in Chapters
Comments (2)
Oh God that last line ripped my heart out! Loved your poem!
Beautifully done but so sad 🤍