Run

I feel like someone,

Has been pulling my heartstrings lately,

It seems like the agony,

Of fire, and restiveness,

It seems like the relief,

Of ice, and content,

It seems like the fluttering,

Of butterflies and raven locks,

It seems like the lull,

Before a storm, a heartbreak,

It seems like the happiness,

That I may never have, but desire,

I looked inside, raged with fury;

It was the wretched Amor.

Alone and contented, I was no more.