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It started out as a game, and nothing more, but it turns into something new


Submitted:Jul 4, 2010    Reads: 72    Comments: 4    Likes: 4   


Chase me

He has stopped chasing me
The little boy who used to chase after
That little girl
He has finally stopped
He has grown and so have i
The hardest part about walking away
Is knowing you won't be there to chase me
It's no longer a game
This is life
He looks into another's eyes
Which makes her smile
While I am stuck on the swing set
Where our chasing used to begin
I find myself missing the chase
And missing the guy
The hardest part about walking away
Is knowing you won't be there to chase me
It's no longer a game
This is life
He looks in my direction
And I hurriedly look down
I whisper to the ground, "I love you"
As if it where to him
I then look up
And realize he was standing there
The hardest part about walking away
Is knowing you won't be there to chase me
It's no longer a game
This is life
He has heard it all
I blush
He whispers, "Took you long enough"
He reaches a hand out to my face
And he says
Oh, "I've loved you baby, since our first chase
Don't think that I have ever stopped chasing
That pretty little face."




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