Fresh Footsteps
I find her wandering through my dreams,
fresh footsteps left in memory’s dust.
Whenever I think of her, it seems
I find her wandering through my dreams.
And hear the anguish of silent screams
lamenting that she betrayed my trust.
I find her wandering through my dreams,
fresh footsteps left in memory’s dust.
Lamenting that she betrayed my trust,
a single tear trickles down my cheek.
And I steel my heart, declining lust,
lamenting that she betrayed my trust.
For two to merge as one, love's a must,
and what she offered wasn't unique.
Lamenting that she betrayed my trust,
a single tear trickles down my cheek.
5/20/2021
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