I am the only thing running,
How did it feel?
In the end have your thoughts run wild?
Places changed, I’ve seen another side,
Can I face you still the same?
After the morning came the rain,
Never in my favor,
A small delight to savor,
I’m too young to see you through,
Misused feelings I believed to be true,
All my hurt and anger untied for you
The last of those impending seasons,
I could never count the reasons,
I’ve wondered why,
The obligation to deny,
Again left to condone,
The hint of repentance in your tone,
Futile occurrences I slipped away,
The evocations of unifying you delay,
Ascent the extraction of your fascination,
Parting with the scent of sheer sensation,
Incredulity for the shift in fortuity
the little effort you make to hold on to me.