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FootprintsFootprints follow me where ever I go, Pressed in the wet sand, Disappearing, fading, Taking another step further, So close, yet so far on my journey,Footprints
It's following your heart, Going in circles, Running into dead ends, Living like a gypsy, Light footed and dancing, Twisting and turning, All those paths branching, With no idea where I'm going, But knowing ...
These footsteps are the memories, The essence of who I am, They will always be there, Even washed away in the rain and sand, And I can remember, Reminisce,
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Unleash the StormMy world dances and dances Where black clouds are rolling The wind is howling And lightning sparks the air I'm wearing nothing, naked skin, so bare Dancing and dancing Alone with my silhouette Spiraling and spinning Making sense of this feeling Round in circles Swirling and tornUnleash the Storm
Can't stop dancing Can't stop spinning
Until I release the storm
My world dances and dances Where chaos paints the sky The electrifying blue And my melody of leaves and wind chimes cry I'm almost ready to fall, to tumble inside Dancing
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SirenShe goes without whispers, not even a song, the quiet silence sings, th-thump, th-thump, her heart quietly beats, but the ache hits, a rush of waves, cold and drowning, she waits and feels, waits and tries to remember, the touch of warmth, laughter, complete sunshine, only she sits in a solitude of moon, feels waves crashing, silence drowning the thought cries, but it is lost within the tide, nobody will ever hear, will ever feel,Siren
those floating hopes, yearning dreams,
swaying into the thundering waves, a piece of driftwood, a winter sky, grey, cold and lonely, th
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Old Habits Die HardWe walked through Hell together, didn’t we? Sometimes, I like to consider how things might have happened differently. I could have left that night under the stars, gone forever and not stolen that last brush of my hand against yours. That last touch was exquisite. It was a singular moment of longing when my eyes met yours and I became consumed in their intensity.Old Habits Die Hard
On nights when I’m feeling particularly vulnerable, I’ll imagine that I resisted the warmth of your skin. I’ll pretend that I quickly took my hand back as if it hadn’t happened an
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