Feet.
Feet which you see walk and fall and twist and call.
Feet which pulse with veins and yearn to tangle with another pair.
Feet which are fitted into gloves and handled with utmost love.
Feet which dance and run and take you to the one.
Feet which keep you safe. Never stray.
I learned to live without them.
"My feet are falling with unsteady beats and don't seem to be as strong as they were. Some mornings when I wake, they don't seem to be there. One day they won't be. One day they won't be. I understood that it was not a choice for some. For some, it was a matter of losing something they needed for something they loved. For some, it was a matter of letting go of the feet that picked them up when they fell, and holding on to a pair of shoes they could no longer wear."
-Feet that stayed but would lead me wrong
(c.d.)
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Craving Love
Poetry→ it's been occurring to me, that you can't burn the devil. ← ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Please don't take any of my work. All poems belong to me, unless stated otherwise. :)*
