Well here we go
I feel like we've been here before
You leave and I'm left with a ghost-
I won't leave your side
But I can't do this again
If it's a race your running
I've declared that you've won.
I'm knocking at your door
I know you can see
You have your eyes blindfolded
You've been stripped of your soul
But I know you see me
See what this has become,
Her walls are black, cold and rotten
Filled with mirrors and deceit
And your hands are now empty and bare
Prizeless effort to stay in her stead
See it for what it is and come home.
| This is great in its honesty. And the principles of love are present. You aren't chasing anyone down yet you declare you aren't leaving either. Just the overall longing for truth to be seen in your lovers decision. I have been there. ||| Posted on 2015-07-03 00:00:00 | by lori_tab | [ Reply to This ] || I'm not a runner and neither are you from the sounds of it. But the question here is how to get the runner to stop running or at least change routes to end up back home. Other people can cloud our minds with their opinions and insistence on a chosen course. I hope you get past that. The last 21 years have just proven that you have to have grit and sheer stubbornness at times to get through the problems. It's much easier to give up, but then all you're left with is a pile of regrets.|
Good luck. Hope your next write is a happier one.
|| Posted on 2015-06-27 00:00:00 | by jaycee | [ Reply to This ] |