Where Did It All Go? Poem by Christina Senterfitt

Where did it all go? Movements and moments all pass within time. Love always switches without a sign. Blinded by the eyes on the face as I'm thinking that I'm safe. I run hoping for the best but yet was left stranded for less. Picking myself back up as the minute turns into hours. Days turn into years, im searching for something to be right. In the face never losing sight. As iwant to grasp ahold of it tight. I think to myself where did it all go?