Run— if you must, run far far away. Just please take me with you, as you plan your escape. Just take my hand, we can leave this awful place.
Just squeeze my hand, take me away from this place filled with misery and gloom.
Just me, you, your cat, and and two tickets to the moon. Or to a distant land where Truffula trees bloom. Or where we can quietly fall in love where forever seems too soon.
We can be who ever you want, and start over brand new. We can be someone different everyday in funny costumes.
She looks like early morning dew, she feels like home, she smells of patchouli and tastes like cranberry juice.