TORN...

Run from the love inside your heart is a tender place no one is
allowed to see the real you escaping everyone's stare is booring a
hole through your peace of mind lost in a tumble of thoughts battling
their way to the forefront of your image has been cast on so many
have come to love the you that hides deep in the forest we run and
see the fairies that have captured your photograph torn and wrinkled
yet soothing these ramblings continue to taunt my being questioned by
you hurts yet you don't even know how you run from the love inside
your heart

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