Run It

I come back to you everyday,

When my day just seems down or my feelings astray,

While others might turn to drugs or some addiction,

I turned to you, and made it my -good- obsession,

You keep my legs moving, you make me out of breath,

I hate you and I love you, yet you always seem to assit.

When everything goes wrong,

You are Oh So Right,

You keep me out of trouble, and tend to always help me see the light,

I've won many awards with your help,

I never thought running would be such a pain,

But in the end, I have so much more to gain.

That is why running is my support,

I'll love you forever, you're my favorite sport.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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