Driver
Step out the door
Another simple day
Saying good-byes
to the ones you know
The runing at the speed of light
Passing through buildings
Cunning through signs
Cunning through lights
Inflamed with toxic
legs as twigs
And eyes smaller then a button
Now another day
Gathered known faces
Time to light up the candals
Above the picture frame.
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I'm a high passionate girl, who express her feelings with a pencil or using her hands . Wither its writing, painting, drawing, or playing on the guitar/ piano- It's my way to let others know what I'm feeling at the moment.
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