I ran back to your arms
unaware of the strain of today.
Listening quietly to deafening noises that linger beyond.
My spirit unleashes all masks
of pictures and portraits of past.
On the way down under the trees
The breeze filled a million spaces between.
The things we say unknowing of hurts
and pains cast forth deep seeds.
The merry sentiment of running after you
has pulled me through enough to catch my breath.
You have me running backwards
waiting one more time for another time.
Another time to decide that you don't like to be told,
another time for breaking from the fold.
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