Running from emotion.

Tiptoeing
Slowly.

No one can hear.

Your whispers are coming

They're drawing so near.

My heart is eccentric,

My breath fast and tight.

Is it worth running?

It all worth the fight?

Surrender to those arms

Which have kept me from reality,

Is it natural

Or a sign of insanity?

Last whisper is heard,

Echoing from your lips.

As you draw me in

For your awakening kiss.