As you walk through the place of your past.
A place you fondly remember
but also despise.

As you climb through the house of your past.
A tense sensation of aching and agony,
your spirt drops as you remember.

As you sit in the place of your past.
A memory of love,
a memory of hate.

As you cry in your past.
Your anger, you fell it melting over,
for the one who stole you away.

As you run in the place of your past.
It starts to fade away from sight,
but it is still clear in your mind.

You struggle in your past.
Hidden surges shatter out from yourself.
AS you shout aimlessly, “WHY?! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE ME!! why…”

Your stuck in the place of your past.
You want to be free, you want to be happy.
Until now.

To be gone.
To be lost.
To be found.

As you surface in the world of you past.
All fears are gone, away like the wind,
you search and sift through all who intervene, to find the only one you love.