Where can i run to, to hide from your prescence? I go to the hills and you are there! I hide in the thick thickets of grassy fields, amongst the puffy stems of natures splays. Every waterhorse fly, passing by in the wind, every hour in the Sun, It melts my unhealth. Where in the world can i hide? Where can i run to? Where is my escape? As i collapse into shadows caressing my wounds there you are, peacefully serene and i can only cry in your arms as you embrace my sorry self.
I gotta say i like it, especially how it flows. Especially the lines "Every waterhorse fly, passing by in the wind, every hour in the Sun melts my unhealth" Relaxing. Thanks
