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You find that person who takes you away . .



You run from them in fear of who they are . .



All they want is you to stay . .



But you run hard and fast and oh so far . .



Then you stop to breath heavy breaths . . .



You see that you will never have rest . .



Because the person you ran from has your heart .



You sit and wonder about a new start . . .



Looking back you wonder why . .



Why you went and made them cry . .



As the day moves on you see her gone . . . .



Now it is your turn to sit in stone . .



Wondering if you lost her love . . .



Could it be . . is she really gone?





The poem is for all the people that we fear. We run from those who make us so happy, but we don't see that until it is too late. There is a person that this poem is for . . and i want to say i am sorry i ever pushed you away. And now i know what i did to you, because i am the one sitting wondering if i have lost you. You were the one person who was always there, always by me no matter what happened, and i didn't see till now just how much i really love you. I hope maybe someday you will forgive me for being so blind.

As the nights dark stars fall pale you ask yourself a question . .



But only one question need be ask here, for no others matter.



Who would you die for?



Who would it be that you bleed your last drops of red poison for . .



Your last slow breath of the cold air around you . .



Who would it be that you would give this things too?



You slow and stumble, eyes begin to blur . . .



Visions of her slowly creep into your mind.



That one person . . . the one that has your heart.



You stumble and fall, unable to stand again this time . . .



What has happened to me, it is only a whisper in your inner mind as all you see is her smile.



Reach up and touch her one last time . . .



It is a dream . . . only a dream . . .



Eyes fade to black as the blood grows cold



If only fate had known you die in her arms . . .



Her eyes filled with tears and pain . . . .



Screams of hatred she screams . . . .



She knows they hear her.



You reach up and with the last breath that you promised to be only hers . . .



Whispers of a dieing time . . . . . I'm sorry i left you behind . . .

I am who i am . . . . or so i tell all that i meet.



How can i tell them that i have no idea who i am?



I am not who feel like i am.



I feel like i am tearing at myself inside . . i don't know why.



I want to scream out a name, someone to blame.



It is only me. Devils and saints all playthings.



When you don't know who you are but feel what you feel.



Can you share something with someone.



It tears at me inside and i still don't know why.



Smiles to tears all in an effort to someday be free.



Free from the pain that i hide so well.



The need to have someone hold me while i fall apart in their arms.



Hide my face in their hands as i fill them with tears.