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Footsteps, footprints.
"What is the difference?" you ask me.
"Footprints show you of what was once there . Something that is not necessarily there now.
Something that was, not is.
It can be evidence of a crime, or a constant reminder that someone left.
They bring forward memories, that sometimes long to be forgotten.
Footsteps, however, are made by someone in the present.
A noise that sometimes follows you home.
The noise in the dead of the night, when someone is trying to sneak into bed quietly.
A sound that can bring fear, or safety."
"Which is better?" your smile lights up.
"Footsteps."
"Why?"
"It means I always know you are there."
"What is the difference?" you ask me.
"Footprints show you of what was once there . Something that is not necessarily there now.
Something that was, not is.
It can be evidence of a crime, or a constant reminder that someone left.
They bring forward memories, that sometimes long to be forgotten.
Footsteps, however, are made by someone in the present.
A noise that sometimes follows you home.
The noise in the dead of the night, when someone is trying to sneak into bed quietly.
A sound that can bring fear, or safety."
"Which is better?" your smile lights up.
"Footsteps."
"Why?"
"It means I always know you are there."
Literature
Like Tomorrow Will Never Come
We're still young,
with s i n g s o n g children's voices in our throats,
and beautiful muddy footprints in our hearts.
We're still beautiful,
with lopsided smiles,
and laughs that make the sun's heart ache.
So grab my hand,
and I'll show you the sunshine,
hidden under bluebell wings,
and butterfly petals.
We'll run in circles,
just to make my dress twirl,
and our lungs burn
(in the good kind of way.)
We'll jump in the rain,
with laughter pealing
like thunderclaps,
trying to outscream the storm.
We'll camp under the stars,
with only the velvet black canopy as our tent,
counting the stars,
and naming each one after
Literature
Just Hear Me Out? Click.
i.
Before I met you, I was a 100 piece puzzle still in its plastic covering. Now I'm down to 84 pieces and 2 corners are missing and I'm scared the next girl will give me one look and decide I'm not worth it.
ii.
You took out a 6 month warranty on me and I should have taken that as a hint but i never was good at the game Clue or reading bet thelines ween. You traded me in with 6 days left on your investment but they wouldn't give you a full refund because they realized I was no longer in mint condition. Truth is, I never was. You just have a knack for making my faults stick out more than my emaciated ribcage.
iii.
Tomorrow I think I migh
Literature
Why?
Why did you abandon me?
{I could have s w o r n we where meant to be.}
Why did you leave?
{I thought you said you l o v e d me.}
Why did you go?
{You told me that you n e e d e d me.}
Why did you have to hurt me like this?
{I thought we where |s|t|r|o|n|g| enough to make it.}
Why did you need to cut me so deeply?
{I n e v e r thought this would happen to me.}
Why did you need to show me what a broken heart is like?
{I was better off thinking it was just a metaphor,
& Not the physical feeling of my chest caving in & my heart c r a c k i n g down the center.}
Why did you
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I want to hear your footsteps follow me when I leave
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Excuse me, may I ask why you've hidden a couple of comments? They were for #lyriclub's critique week so we kinda need to be able to see the comments in order to judge them. 
Could you unhide them for me please? 
If you really don't want to, please let me know, and we can figure out another solution
Could you unhide them for me please? If you really don't want to, please let me know, and we can figure out another solution