Run


I didn't know what was there to say to be done
Maybe if I stayed another day I would've known, we might’ve won

Retaliation
Is waiting right outside my door

Too many questions
About my life and what "we’re" for

And salvation
Has no hope in us anymore

Revelations
Since you can't trust what you thought you saw

I don’t know if I’m still the me the we you adored
If you can’t bring to see what you saw in me before

And this hungry growing sore
Is tearing us apart slowly angrily raw

My blind eyes they now see truth and soon baby soon yours will too

Turning my back, turning my back to run
Nothing else to be done, and no way ‘forever’ could've won.


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Note: I don't think this poem reflects on my real thoughts. You could say I wrote it just to play with rhyme and rhythm (because I don't do that often).

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