Frost bitten
Cross wearing
Lost her path
The map burned to a crisp
Probably now just smoke in the obis.
What was it that mad her crack like this

She takes a rest
Childhood memories attack
Remembers the lashes and the cigarette burns.
Hear the yells and gets chills down her back.

She wakes up
Looks in the mirror
And sees her mother
The image of exactly what she never wanted to be.
She trys to run free.
Exaping her past she Flys away to a much safer place.

She recuperated
Not thinking about the past
She made a name
Had a job.
Played no games.

looking back there was only one thing she left when she ran.
The loving warm touch of her dream man.
Longing The tight embrace of his gentle hands.
She did all she could.
One day she wish he understood.
She loves him.
But running has always been her chosen path.

Lost love
Crossed paths
Hope one day they will make it last.