Sweet Honey Dove

Footprints on Your Heart






In the quiet of sadness, my heart a wilting fruit

Your words cut slices off me, everything seems moot

Nothing I seem to do, pleases you anymore

Do I still keep trying? Or shall I walk out that door?

Star gazing, cloud dreaming
Breeze listening, streams glistening

Simple loves fading
In the cupcake of my hands

In my love's naive fashion
Burns a simple passion
To leave no sharp dart
Walking footprints on your heart

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