Runaway

Runaway, Runaway

I'm a runaway.

It's what I'll do

when I hear that

you want me to stay.

Try to bring me closer

and I get farther away.

Can't stay with you

'cus I'm a runaway.

Hey...

I've got a problem

letting people stick around.

As they creep in closer

I leave without a sound.

And I hate it, I've hurt 

so many along the way.

But it's how it goes

when you're a runaway.

Runaway, Runaway

I'm a runaway.

It's what I'll do

when I hear that

you want me to stay.

Try to bring me closer

and I get farther away.

Can't stay with you

'cus I'm a runaway.

Yeah..

When I was younger

I couldn't handle much.

I'd run far from home.

Me you couldn't touch.

Into a pool of trust,

I was scared to dive.

So I ran away from home

when I was barely five.

But it's how it goes

when you're a runaway.

Runaway, Runaway

I'm a runaway.

It's what I'll do

when I hear that

you want me to stay.

Try to bring me closer

and I get farther away.

Can't stay with you

'cus I'm a runaway.

So..

Now that I'm older

I don't run like I once did.

Well, run away for real

like I did when I was a kid.

I still get very wary

and hold trust from the start.

I still push people away

and break too many hearts.

But it's how it goes

when you're a runaway.

Runaway, Runaway

I'm a runaway.

It's what I'll do

when I hear that

you want me to stay.

Try to bring me closer

and I get farther away.

Can't stay with you

'cus I'm a runaway.

I'm tired of running.

With you I want to stay.

Please don't let me

keeping being a runaway.

Only in My Depictions

Years down the road when

I'm not longer traversing this earth,
scholars will pick up these poems.
As they read them they'll see
that a muse caught my heart
and my heart moved me to write.
Then, they'll study these poems
to discover this muse, which is you.
They'll try to paint your picture
from my words' paint drops.
They'll try to grasp your essence
from the image I've projected. 
Your image, which with words
I've tried to keep protected.
But they'll learn that they can't;
my words are only descriptions,
which are only my depictions
of how I perceive you as you.
But they aren't and never will be, you.
I try to preserve your independence,
your grandeur within this page
and within these many words,
but my mind's capacity can't
limit you to these confines.
So, study deep into these lines
but realize one thing as fact.
I may write about my muse
but not even I, the writer,
can concoct an image that will 
ever keep her reality intact.

Ten Years (Calypso)

Ten years I've sailed the

seven seas for love of two.

Ten years I sailed for love of sea;

Ten years I sailed for love of you.

Ten years I sailed without a pulse,

my heart locked in your chest.

Ten years I sailed through wind and

rain determined to conquer your quest.

Ten years I sailed with hopes of land

and you alone for just one day.

I longed for love that you could give

but you failed to ever come my way.

Ten years, Calypso, I've called your

name, leading dead souls with oars.

Ten years you didn't rescue me

but my heart will forever be yours.