Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Footprints

Everlasting impressions,
The perfect lovemaking sessions.
Lost in love, I was, with you
But all the while, if only you knew
You planted seeds on my soul
That grew into vines that kept me and my heart whole
You walked right into my life
And a few years later i dreamed of you being my wife
As a matter of fact
I dint even know how to act
I did things that i would normally never do
Because i swore to God my life would end with me and u
Yet you walked right in and u passed right through
Now I'm left sweeping up the footprints left by u

This is another one of my favorite poems by Donovan White

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