Running, away from this loneliness,
Away from the darkness of my heart,
Towards some happiness I have yet to find.
The ghosts of my past haunt me.
They warn me of future dangers.
They are my guard, and I obtain a cold heart.
I begin to hurt others,
Avoiding their steady gazes,
Rejecting their invitations,
And the softness of their touch.
I long for someone, but not sure who.
All I know is, I don't want to hurt.
I never want to feel heartache again.
If I find someone who loves me,
Then, finally I will find happiness,
And never feel the urge to run again.
Running, towards your gorgeous eyes.
You extend muscular arms to hold me,
You greet me with soft, sensuous kisses,
And I have finally found my happiness.