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Footprints

I walk on a white sand with my bare feet
As I inhale the sweet damp breeze
The wind toys with my long black hair
My mind and heart are sad and bare
Does anyone really care?

I look back and saw many footprints
Lost loves years after years
How many times will I shed those tears?
Too many words have been promised and said
Now the feelings are forgotten and dead

I smile as I follow a new set of footprints ahead of me
Wishing that it will lead me to a better destiny
For life is futile if I would always be lonely
Capturing a love which cannot be mine
I wanna release it, now is the time




4BlackForest 4BlackForest 36-40, F 8 Responses Nov 5, 2010

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ah ok..I thought twas an abbreviation or something...yes, I know the word..got you...lol

It means 'suitable'. Perhaps it originates as a contraction of the word 'appropriate'?

yes, it happens the same thing with me...words just flow miraculously in my head...well, perhaps we're both poets/writers in our past lives.





am so dense, what's "apt" by the way??

Thank you bf.

Sometimes these things just come, immediately and out of the blue - so I guess the group name is apt?

what a beautiful story between me and you..I love it!

Love in November



I sit with coffee and breathe in the crisp November morning

I spy you on afar, crossing the street, skipping ahead of the crowd

You are in a rush, yet composed and femenine in your haste.

Then, amazingly, you sit and in an instant become a different creature.



Your papers and briefcase lie haphazardly on the table, you take your phone

But not to check your calls but to check your progress.

Now resigned to your leisure, you sit and spray scent

Gently rubbing your wrists and behind your ears.



The waiter appears and you catch his eye.

A brief moment later you are alone again.

I turn a page and hold my paper so as to hide from you

But not entirely, for still I watch as you check your compact.



The air is crisp and cool, the sky is blue and you are here.

I wondered at your haste and am now mystified at your leisure.



The waiter returns and places a latte on your table.

You smile in gratitude and he leaves but he doesn't see

The tooth on your lip as your eyes watch him go.



And now I know, your haste and your leisure.

The air is crisp and cool, the sky is blue and so, I suspect

are you.

wishes have been my fantasy..thanks for wishing that it will happen to me.. :)

Beautifully written. However hard it is. Hold that dream and stay positive. Someday the dream may come true.