One day I shall be gone.
I shall fade into the mists of midnight.
And you,
You will be placed in a position full of blood red regret.
Regrets that tumble from your eyes.
Perfect as claret.
Those eyes black as coal.
Will occasionally sparkle silvery regret.
You unchained my wrists by your own volition.
You chased me away as if a huntsman, pursuing a fox.
Mixed messages.
Lost in translation.
I escaped while the going was good.
You could have torn me limb from limb.
This ***** ran.
She got away.
Sprinted like the wildest wind.
Once abandoned memories extinguished.
(C) LIVVI