Do not run.
You know not of the
speed that I have within me.
Thinking that you
are helping; saying that
this is for me.
But in reality, this is turning me into
a punctured balloon;
Deflating me slowly.
But even thus, a punctured balloon moves quickly while flying
through the air.
Chasing you with all the wind
it has left inside of it.
And if I fail to chase you
I will suffer, as
the ***** inside of me that symbolises love and life, will
end up as nothing more than just a
deflated balloon; deflated of the love
that it once had.