Friday, April 25, 2008

On The Run

Is it something I've said?
Or, something you see?
Why do you constantly run from me?

Reaching out,
I nearly touch your face.
You turn to me, yet continue your pace.

Wait...slow down...
I want to know you.
What you're running from, I haven't a clue.

I'm tired. Be still.
Just hold on.
Let me hold you...your fears will be gone.

Oh, wait...I do know this dance.
Hitting me, as if out of the blue,
It's not me you're running's you.


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