Footprints in the sand

Footprints

Don't leave, she lost words on his sleeve.
As he walked out filled with doubt.
At a young age there was always a page missing.
Knowing a part of her will always miss him.
To him, she was a flower.
This little child with so much power.
Didn't know him very well, but she could tell.
There was a spell bonding them for life,
but they dwell on the past - so fast it all crashed.
Now she's bashed, the camera instantly flashed.
It all reflected on him, the memories are caving in.
Now all she has to do, is take away this anger that's lingering and breaking her in two.
But she'd pray first, that one day.
They'll meet again and she'll greet him.
But the angels had spoken,
they've already chosen to take him away.
She went numb, in her ears there was a bass drum. Got a single phone call telling her, he was gone.
For a split second,
accompanied by shock and dead silence.
She looked up in the sky, without a single teardrop in her eyes. She was hollow and completely torn apart.
It didn't make any sense, she thought it was all a bad joke. You see she was praying on her knees, and hoping the heavens above will make it end soon.
She had the answer, he died of cancer.
Barely alive, a knife still stuck in her heart.
To mesmerize the exact fear and frustration in that moment of time, she picked up a pen and a piece of sheet. To paint a fine art.
In her mind, the picture of him couldn't get any more blurry, years went by in a hurry.
It's been a year now, and she had held on tears until now. Somehow she felt his spirit around.
To hear what she'd found, this love deep inside of her. He was right beside of her.
So warm, it's like a new art form.
Like an electronic form, he completely transformed her. Open her eyes to new possibilities, filled her heart with so much love and care.
Like the one she had already lost.
First time she looked into his eyes.
It was like heaven in disguise.
His kiss made the people around dismissed.
His love, hangs on the wings of a dove.
To different people, yet indifferent.
Trust is bent, but can they mend it?
Our broken wound, she made a tune.
Goes like this;
All that you've blessed me with, I can finally see. There was a place for me.
You were the king to be,
without the bling bling to show for.
When nobody cared for me, you shared a light.
Told me "child, you need to change and act right".
She felt the force as the black horse kept running. When the devil was gunning at her, he ran towards the gun. Suddenly she was untouchable.
The guard held her hard.
But his feet was off beat.
Just like her father, he had left.
Thank god for the test, echos through her soul. Crawled up in a hole.
The bright light made it all clear.
As they went ,
she could only see footprints in the sand.

Xoxo, Tessa'LaBella