Footsteps Footsteps echoing down the hall their mournful sound vibrates the walls of my heart I shake wait for the sound of you to pass I wait To know your truly gone. Heart races Anticipating the silence bridges burned movement ceased by crossfire loud Screaming across my heart I wait To feel you truly gone. Time passes whispers further away Time rears her head in Fury To late, to far gone Swallowed, by distance I wait and know this time your really gone. Erin
Reason for writing:
Ending of a relationship
Birth sign: Not entered
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