Run

It takes time

For anything to last.

You woulda thought

But noone does anymore.

Nothing is wrong.

And yet,

Nothing is right.

Is closeness an issue?

I don't know

How far

I am willing to go.

How much

I am willing

To sacrifice

My identity?

Or even worse

Who they want me to be.

If I am in a grey area.

Then I am red.

If I am on the floor.

Then I'm in my bed.

If I am in the sea.

Then birds swim with me.

I want it

How it's meant to be

I won't

Catch the first thing

That is thrown at me

As I said.

Time is nothing.

But love says

it is never too late.

Then please.

Forget.

So I can too.