When you run, if I can I always follow you.
When you hide, I seek you out.
When you're in pain, I try to soothe.
If I caused it, I apoligize.
I always mean it, everytime.
When the tables turn, you never follow suit.
Is that how you want me to treat you?
That's sad. Nice write. I
That's sad. Nice write. I enjoyed reading this.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "