I’ve been running,
Am running still,
Away from the breezes
Away from realities
Denying the truth, I can’t change
Restraining a life, I know exist.
Forcing it below, ruining its growth,
Am a fugitive of Love.
I have been hurting
Am hurting still
Hurting from love’s song denied
Hurting that the bloom won’t come
Keeping a melody, never to sing
Refusing to admit, pretending it isn’t there
Bottled up thoughts, that should’ve grown.
I am a prisoner of Love
I worked with you tirelessly
To find hope long lost
But now, you took mine
Killed it in cold blood.
I will keep running till I find rest
Let go the pains and dream again
The next dream may suffice, who knows?
I will get over you and the memoirs anyhow.
