Run

Slow burn, the death of presence,

Fearful of moments that don’t exist yet.

Chatter and noise,

Father burying his daughters in oil.

Clog the courts for years.

Sheltered pets, homeless vets—who are the real animals here?

 

Crowd goes wild, watching the so-called famous fall to the side.

Easier to pretend, pretend to leave

A lover you couldn’t save,

Won’t let you forget why you came.

Run for your life, or stay and watch it all fade.

Tearful, afraid.

Scared.

Let me run away with you…

You’ll never know how much I cared.

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