Isn't it ironic-
the love that fuels the wings in my feet. I thought it would always take me to you, but now it takes me away, from you. Now it makes me run. As far as the sun rises and as far as the sun sets. Mayhaps I look back every second or so, but I won't be turning back. The gentle caresses that tamed my heart have been forgotten by the slaps that shattered it. I'd never want to forget you, but I don't know how I can ever be held by you, now that I know how much you can hurt me. |