Here you come , just floating into my life again.
And before you know it, we’ve come to the end.
Its what I do, I run so I don’t have to be left tomorrow.
The people that I care for the most, get the sorrow.
I cant stand to be vulnerable, I have to be on top.
Its a control thing, it’s a feeling that I cant stop.
I have no heart, just because it’s far to sensitive.
So I left again, even though you’ve everything give.

This poem was written/submitted by Courtney Vines.