these footprints you've left behind, i followed them blindly. i walked through empty deserts with only hope to drink from and fear to eat. there were rough storms, fading these footprints you've left, turning the sandy ground even. im sorry for not chasing after you, im sorry for not noticing the footsteps earlier to see where it leads, im sorry for breaking down your walls too soon for the storm to erupt. now you're waiting for an answer, a hint or just my presence. now im stuck, lost and clueless in the middle of love's complicated maze.
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Scoops; A Collection Of Short Stories And Poems
Poetry"she travelled through the desert with only hope to drink from and fear to eat." ; short stories & poems ««««« widely inspired by florilegiums plus these are all originally mine
