footfall shadows left behind
imprinted
existence all crossing my mind
glittering proof on this flawless white surface
it makes me see
it makes me feel
so many memories
they seem so real
all of these things
left behind
is that what they were meant for?
as I stand here alone
I slowly understand
that even after You’re gone
there’s things called dreams
there’s all those sweet memories
there’s more than just sorrow
there’s a new hope for tomorrow
through all of these days
unknown faces
pain filled ways
and shaken places
I will still look for
Your left behind
beautiful traces
Genre
finally!
i figured out why no one could ever comment on this before....weird setting or something.
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"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis