She told him to run,
but his ears were sewn shut.
So he just watched her perfect lips move,
because he wanted to rush.

It wasn’t because she was scared;
you see, she knew he knew nothing of love.
Now maybe she could teach him,
but patience was something unheard of.

And even though she was smart,
she still thought with her heart.
So she scavenged up the pieces,
with what little time she had.
But when she finally let him in,
fear was all he had.

Now even though she felt pain,
from the blinding heartbreak that remained;
she’d always choose the ache,
over the silent nothingness from running away.