Footsteps
do I play the smallest part
footprints left inside your heart
is there any room for me
there inside of you
do you think "what could have been"
when you see me once again
or just play it as it comes
no other thoughts of me
forbidden fruits, ripe, in season
illicit thoughts, always pleasing
fantasies that comes to life
the stuff of dreams
did I play the smallest part
small footsteps across your heart
was there any room for me
there inside of you
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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