When we fell in love,
My heart was beating hard,
Those were your footsteps,
Walking into it!
If you'll ever walk away,
It will still beat the same way,
Those will be your footsteps,
Walking out of it!
If you leave, feet will crash it,
They'll print pain and break it!
I will allow no one to walk on it!
No feet, strides will ever fit yours!
"Footsteps"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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