As you turn away from me,
my soul's blind eye closes.
Only to hold you close yet so far,
it's hopless.
Running so fast and far,
I've been marked.
If only having to live life,
running from the dark.
Escaping emotions,
drawn out in verses.
Place's time on hold,
connected in cursive.
Wordless feelings drawn in letters,
never moving, seemingly better.
Sitting alone with words in cold somber,
learning through confusioning blunder.
Cornered, blocking out superficial hype,
spaced out evenly,
fusion of light and sight.
