TUNNEl

I see my way

I feel like I've been walking through a tunnel for a very long time. Blinded by the shadows, walking without the help of light. 

Now I see it. A light. It is the end of the tunnel. It is my exit. My ticket away from being broken. 

I sense it. There won't be any more room for me in your heart anymore. It's gone. The love. It died. For a very long time. You had me. It's past. You're nice, you feel sorry for me. That's why you're doing this. I appreciate it. Thanks.

Now I shall quicken my pace. Knowing that love is calling me again. Farewell . . . . . . . .