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    Run...

    Run... Get away from me.
    Please! Litsen to my plede;
    put as much distance between you and me.

    Go! Hurry!
    Don't stand there looking at me.
    Run! Hurry!
    Please, litsen to me,
    it is dangerous for you to be around me

    Run! Keep running as fast as you can.
    Run! Keep running and don't stop  no matter what.
    I know it is hard to understand,
    but there is no time to explain.

    Believe me, please!
    Run! Please! Get away from me 
    before it is to late...
    before i'm unable to keep...

    Long ago, you gave me your heart;
    I became your protector, your shield from evil,
    your shelter from any and all harm.

    You, became a part of me,
    I, a part of you.
    "As such no one will cause you harm" 
    that was my oath to you,
    the will of the love I have for you

    I understand, that to you,
    its like I have fallen from the sky,
     but please, understand;
    that doesn't necessarily means that I was sent  by Heaven 

    I am sworn to protect you,
    to take care of you.
    Nothing, noone will cause you harm;
    not even I

    Run! Please! Get away from me 
    before it is to late...
    before I'm unable to contain my restless nature,
    before I cause you harm

    Please understand...
    Iam a poet,
    deception is my trade.
    I can't help but mislead, ommit and decieve;
    my words may be sweet,
    but that sweetness conceils a deadly poison beneath.

    I am an artist,
    as such self-destuction
    is the best way to craft my art.

    Understand that the best way to destroy myself
    is to hurt the thing I hold dearest in my heart;
    the one person I am sworn to protect.

    Go! Please!
    Run! Get away from me
    please understand that even though I am begging you to leave my side
    I m cutting my vains, willing to lie on a pool of my love for you.

    Understand, I believe that a slow, painful death is far more merciful
    than breaking my oath;
    to hurt the person I love,
    to  drive her hand as it brakes my heart

    Run! Please! Get away of me,
    eventhough your absense means the death of me.
     

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    israel’s Poems (3)

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