My footprints don't interrupt the virgin path ahead...
Yet, I know where they will go; I see them in the snow.
Although I have not creased the future, my heart knows the way,
And the road behind holds the memories of my beatings.
My heart bleeds razorblades and screams the names of failures
And sings the harmonious songs of love and friendship...
All the words that I have read -- and bled -- found there behind me.
Road of broken thoughts and insecurities breathing now,
Live organism encompassing identity,
Integrity utilized, glinting lights found ahead.
Path leads to one place alone - your heart is where I belong.
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