Take me hand in hand,
let your heart beat through my fingers.
The breeze cannot shed your warmth.
Tell me you'll change.
Whisper it in my ear, make me believe you.
I won't believe you if you run.
You can run,
if it's worth the pain you will have,
and the pain you will imagine me having.
you can run wild and free.
Free from me,
and your former self.
I will have no pain, because I have been ready.
Ready for a long time.
It will find you, as long as you believe it is there.
Do you believe?
Is that why you are always looking over your shoulder?
To make sure your past doesn't find you,
or that your present isn't lost?
Or do you do it for yourself?
I don't have to ask the questions,
because only you have the answers, and you aren't willing to share.
So run.
Run away from your troubles.
They will be in your shadow,
in your heart.
Unless you face them,
they will chase after you.
Like a spirit,
like a wild wolf.
And one day,
unless you're willing,
to believe, to love, to really start over and forget,
one day,
it will get you,
and by then i wont be then to support you
anymore.
Adding your comment:
end poems/stories. Great job StickyNote5!!!