Run

In a circle that turns into a hole that you now look to the sky from below, crawling along the dirt to reach the frield with a house and shed aside one another with a rainbow as bright as the sky.

In a crying state of mind with rage in place along comes a mess of desired sense of a naked state.

Soon to be my world alone,

No one can enter my door invited with a bite soon to demolish all that roam the realm I lead

That i can stand and watch you look back wondering who is that alone in that world that is demolishing me along the way as they grow

making me think why wonder had the chance to know instead turn my back to that world and

Run!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why does love have to hurt like this?,
I thought that what we had was a sweet heavenly bliss.
As I dream about what was once ours and what we had,
I realize that this foolish game called love is just a teenage fad.

I sober up to the reality of being alone until the end,
All I hoped for was a lover, a quiet soul, a free spirit, and a forever friend.
As I wander down this long narrow path,
I turn around to feel the warmth of his newness as if it were a bath.

yeah Jamaica, that is a very pretty poem. I like it, especially the flow of it.

Jamaica,
That was a beautiful poem. I totally get what you are saying.

It's good, I like the poem.

Please explain this poem please. I somewhat understand what you are saying but I want to have a clearer understanding.