I ran, raced into your arms I ran, ran from your arms
Seeking shelter from mental scars Seeking shelter in bodily harm
I ran to, knowing our love was doomed I ran away from love in ruin
I thought in your embrace it would be different And sought sweet shelter Meaning, being somehow liquid before I blew it
I wanted to be more than living in pain I ran away when I needed you most
Feckless, meaningless refrains No direction, heedless I headed in vain
Guilt chasing like a low-flying plane
This Poem of the Day is inspired by Lyric of the Day #16: The Weight of Lies. The song is The Weight of Lies by The Avett Brothers.
"So when you run make sure you run
To something and not away from cause
Lies don't need an aero-plane to chase you anywhere"