September 27, 2011
By Valentyne BRONZE, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Valentyne BRONZE, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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I hear Footsteps behind me, hoping that its you that is there. My thoughts lies to my mind, I look back, and it wasn't you that appeared. Footsteps forward each tap makes a beat on the ground. How it would bring joy to my heart, to know your beats was around.

The author's comments:
i thought the one i love would be behind me, but realized he wasn't there to come back for me. I imagined how if he was behind me, it would bring joy to my heart, but sadly it only made my heart break because he wasn't there.

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