Yaphet kotto - Tracing

Tracing every inch of every word we never shared. let these two feet carry me into the arms I longed for. I tried to keep this brief to you left response for the unwanted. It's a topic, unoriginal and lacking control. It collapses world and collides with self. Everytime we heal we know the hurt still lives in all, but heart. I knew the eyes that saw the unraveling when we weren't necessity, because of this mind without consequences I'm still tracing steps with light on faults