Each time I tell you away,
A part of me die.
It's not you, I shun away,
It's the desire to hold on,
I kill.

The fear of being much loved,
The intensity of the heart break,
Would displace me from me.

Yet I realise,
There is no where to go,
This ship docks at your shore,
For the trees, flowers and sand,
There, is where I belong......❤️