I crave something different,
but I miss that feeling.
I told myself to run.
But I didn't mind sitting.
You're no good for me,
but I hate being free.
Why did I have to flee?
In order to grow,
I have to do this on my own.
You,
of course,
are all I've ever known.
Why did I have to leave?
Will I be missed?
You oak cover in vines,
with no paths be true,
I got lost in you,
but I liked the twists.
Why did I want to stray?
I witnessed every sign,
a life without you on my mind.
Every pattern,
I discern.
Every cut,
scarred,
and burn.
Why did I want to stay?
About the Creator
Dexter Sims
When you learn to speak, use your words.
And when you use your words, create your voice.
My motto, " Don't let them tell you who you are. Show them who you are. "
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