Destined



She ran, her heart in a snare, trapped by her love

She hid, in the mud, out in the open 

She dug, deeper deeper, but still surfaced

Her past She couldn't outrun

The past abided

Her past walked

Strolled in gallantly 

Dismissed her future 

Distorted hope

There she found hatred 

Yet she loved

Her past was, is and came

Tried as she could, she couldn't 

Her heart reached, her mind pulled

Her heart ached

She pained

She wept

Her past came

The past is

Her past 

His voice

His look

His arms

Her past is him

He is now...

Bake...