I woke to find you gone
All that remains of her page is an error code
To where did you decide to run, my love?What thing made you take flight and leave this place?I would have found a way to stop the shove,That took you away, outside my love, my grace.You can be like a skittish foal, I know.As love by you is haunted, cut by fear,I might, you think, in lust let love to grow;Unsure; but no my commitment is clear.Bemused, that sure remains; all that is left.You could of turned the direction yo...