Friday, 3 February 2012

Footsteps

I told myself not to look back,
But I did every little single time.
Without fail.







No matter how hard I've tried not to...
No matter if I've tried to move on.











This time,
With different person again ;
No matter how much fun we had,










And yet,
You've been appearing;



























All I could think of is you.


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