It's chasing, chasing
Why are you running?
I'm hiding! Hiding...
Your words are silencing...
I'm the one he's seeking.
My, you're rather disbelieving.
He's looking! Looking!
It's her I'm seeing.
It's my heart he's carrying.
It's her body I'm lifting.
Am I the one who's... dying?
She's the one who's fighting.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryAn expression or burst of emotions, a place of solace from suicide and depression. May be an art or a form of liberation-probably a loss of sanity driven from hungry memories; to understand and listen to the stories around us, a passion-driven delir...
