I'M Gone
Without an excuse, I must leave
Do not misunderstand me
Your fear stole my internal peace
Banned my thoughts, my beliefs,
Your hands are so cold
Possessed by a certain inner doubt
Making me run before I even walk
Trapped with an awkward quiet sound,
Your eyes set a fire
Burning any delicacy whatsoever
Neither hope, nor trust exist
Struck your head in distress,
You’re infinitely strange to yourself
Your intentions are hard to tell
Reasons dismissed, chances being thrown
And I’m gone; I’m gone.
Copyright © Mirna Arabi | Year Posted 2010
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