I think that I have escaped you, your sight, your touch. All too soon you reign me in, and prove to me that I'm wrong, and just how much. Moment by moment I strive to be free, righting this path all alone. Once I've nearly escaped you, then its as though the hounds are at my heels. You know every breath I take, and you allow it with heartfelt discontent.

You say you don't have time for me, that life just moves too fast. You're gone and have no time to spend with this woman from your past. I look into your eyes and I find my soul within, and so when I think I've finished the race, its only about to begin.

Your letters are filled with promises. You're words sooth the scars on my heart. Yet deep down somewhere inside, I know it cannot last for long. I hear your voice once more, all y troubles are forgot, yes as soon as that voice dies away I am lost and filled with wrought.

Do I love you? Yes I do. Should I love you? If I only knew.

Is it love I feel in my heart? Is this what my mind holds to be true? You whisper to me in the dark of night, you tempt me with the promise that it will be alright. How do I know? What can I do? I've fallen for you.

I lay awake at night. In my bed I stir. Softly speaking into the air, asking the spirits so pure. The darkness surrounds my form, it bites into my life. I'm left there all alone in my room, just praying for the daylight.

You say you'll write so soon. You say there is much to tell. Yet nothing I do seems to bring you, back into this world I call hell. You're a million miles away, trapped in a darkened sea. Yet through all the mist, it was me that you kissed, and that is all there is need to be.

I want you. I need you. Why can you not see? Why is this so hard, what you do to me? I know you don't mean to. You must be lost and frightened too. Yes we remain apart. Whatever are we to do? I miss you. I desire you. There is nothing more I want. Yet nothing can save us from the ever rising storm front.

I hide in your arms when you are near, and shiver from their absence. Why can nothing in this world leave hold to every make sense?

How can something once so sweet, so filled with happiness, lead me unto a world so dark, and filled with such unrest?