Obsession

April 26, 2014

As you walk away,

tears stream down my face,

as I stare at your back,

I feel like my heart is ivory black.

I run towards you,

but my feet don't move.

I'm stuck in place,

and I know I'm a disgrace.

You never should run,

to someone,

because then you'll wonder,

who you've become...

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