I watch them throught the screen
She was stepping on both his feet
While he walked
The way I used to do
With you
It brought a flow of tears
For no one ever really knew
Of all that was shared
Or all that I had
With you
She feared loss
The way I feared losing everything I knew
A fear so overwhelmingly powerful
That never grew so great
Until...
With you
Then there was
Turmoil in my breast
Wrenching so hard
I could not take in a single breath
A slashing
My bleeding heart in shreds
I place on the ground
For you to walk upon
A flow of tears
Before I banish
All memories of
Life...
With you
Make haste
Before I lay your soul to waste
For tomorrow
There will be
Not the slightest trace of sorrow
2 comments:
i used to step on my dad's feet..as a little girl..thats how he taught me to dance.. :)
beautiful....
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