You might love it, <br />You might hate it, <br />But you follow the darkness home, <br />You fight it in a battle and no one wins, <br />And through the coldest nights you ever faced, <br />It’s always stabbing you right in the back. <br /> <br />It’s called love, <br />You can’t lose it, <br />It will always be the shadow that follows you home, <br />If you turn around it will be there, <br />It will never leave you alone. <br /> <br />Reverberating foot steps, <br />Run through your mine, <br />As you look around, <br />Your wings break, <br />And you fall to the ground. <br /> <br />It’s called love, <br />You can’t lose it, <br />It will always be the shadow that follows you home, <br />If you turn around it will be there, <br />It will never leave you alone. <br /> <br />The shadows call your name, <br />As it asked you to come home, <br />You leave them there, <br />With out a care. <br /> <br />It’s called love, <br />You can’t lose it, <br />It will always be the shadow that follows you home, <br />If you turn around it will be there, <br />It will never leave you alone. <br /><br />Brianna King<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadows-64/
