Runaway Girl

Whom

Laughs at your jokes
With hands in her curls

Taste like sunshine
Glistens your world

Heart on her sleeve
Yet swallowed the key

Generous smiles
With hard set teeth

Run to Paris
Without a trace

Steal a blank canvas
To start a pace

Darkened eyes
Bubbling with mirth

Sway her back
And remember

Her date of birth

You'd have her
tonight,
And maybe a day

She'd leave by the third

To run.

Away.