5 May 2012
That pitter patter of tiny feet, running circles around my motionless body... Those footsteps in the sand that I always have to follow... My heart beats like a tambourine for you my dear, The memories that we could have shared. Your tiny feet leave paths across my mind. But to others you were never even there... Your name will never be uttered or your hand be held. All that is left is your tiny pitter patter in my mind...
Yes I know it doesn't rhyme, it's not meant to. It should speak for itself so i want your views what is it all for?
Footsteps Of The Forgotten • Opuss № I