Poetry

I've tried to run,
Even as fast as the fading sun.
I have no one left,
it seems a pity,
for all the tears I've wept.
The thought of you chasing me across the sky,
Always stays, and I don't know why.
You ripped open my heart,
But I still love you.
I left you behind,
as I ran away.
But the thought of you,
Will Always stay.