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Virginia    Just a small town girl, scattering her footsteps are far as they will take her.
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Poems

when your lost just follow my footsteps ill lead you home
when you can't find your life just follow my footsteps ill lead you home
when you cant see just follow my footsteps i'll lead you home
when you alone just follow my footsteps i'll lead you home
when you can't stand still just follow my footsteps i will lead you home
when you need me just follow my footsteps i'll lead you home
when you can't hear just follow my footsteps will lead you home
when you just wanna talk follow my footsteps and i will lead you home
when you are falling just follow my footsteps and i will lead you home
when you can't sleep follow my footsteps and i will lead you home
or if you just wanna follow me just follow my footsteps i will lead you home.
preservationman Oct 2014
Despite the daylight
It was going to be a torment of fright
Footsteps that stomp the streets
A past from the underworld neighborhood in their retreat
Every footstep in wanting to be heard
The moans with the multitude in being a herd
Every pounding heart is the coming stomp of footsteps
The neighborhood questioned often in their why, but heard stories that seemed a lie
An old man would sit and tell the tail
The neighborhood listened to every detail
Stomping footsteps an enactment of the trail
Former citizens who previously lived in the neighborhood
They were part of “Spirits Concealed”, a consultation group in casting out spirits
But a curse was transformed and it ended the neighborhood in defeat
The curse has caused deceased stomping footsteps in being unrest
Who will live will be anybody’s guest?
Now the spirit footsteps must roam the streets
Looking for new souls to live in as an eternity feat
The footsteps are determined to get revenge
Endless mark of no trail and the spirits soul that won’t fail
It’s let the games begin
The walking until when
Taking refuge on new citizens to the neighborhood
But they will be living on if they could
Followed by even if they would
It’s the footsteps that continue to preserver
The moans are the diehards of the fear
The walking footsteps not wanting anyone to come near
Death in the footsteps search, and the soul being what they want.
jeffrey robin Mar 2015
footsteps                                  
                                        HERE

                                                    footsteps

THERE                                                  footsteps

footsteps

footsteps                                                      

                  WHERE
ARE                  

YOU ?

( boys & girls )

||

we hide so well

Amongst the graves

we've dug before

Oh so very carefully

••

Cathedral bells

BIRTH  ?

WEDDING ?

DEATH ?

( everything seems all the same )

Amid the empty footsteps

Leading                                    

                                   Nowhere

//

Bombs are falling

( what of that ? )

Little girl got her razor blade
( thinks she's cool ! )

••

Dead before dead                                                      

is it a rom- com or a tragedy ?

NO - ONE CARES



We

Hide in the cemeteries


( but we are seen )

Seen amongst the

footsteps

footsteps                                                        
                                                 footsteps

THAT GO NOWHERE