Thursday, July 23, 2009

Runaway


I bask in your presence
The wolves are clawing at the door
The woman outside is taking a hit
But I take no heed to them
The time for our pact is now
You extend your hands
And place them on mine
I feel winter seeping into the room
And the light is so, so bright
So promising
One knot, two knots
This rope is my best friend
As I attempt to fly

Yet something keeps me from taking off
Cowardice? Regret? Love?
But isn't it suppose to be the next great adventure?
But for whatever reason
I pull my hands away
Grab my keys
And leave you in that room

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