I'm running
Running through a field full of thorns
My knees bloody and torn
I bite back the pain
As I run from the memories of you in my brain
But I can't escape
Every where I turn
The memories still burn
As pretty as a rose
With thorns that break through my skin
I can't run away from an open end
The one that we left off in
But I continue to run
Because it's all I know to do
I was never one for trying something new
I will run and run
Till the thorns tear skin and there is none
Till I'm lying in pieces on the ground
There I will lay
Lost and never being found
YOU ARE READING
written from the soul
PoesiaListen to my deepest and darkest secrets slowly revealed in a jumble of metaphors and similes :)
