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Walk mE homE

Chose to Repost this because I’m feeling a little nostalgic.

I didn’t know where I was going

But I knew I was safe

For the first time, I didn’t ask any questions

I walked by your side as if I knew where we were going

I trusted your footsteps would lead us home

As we passed by strange buildings that I’d never seen

I had an overwhelming feeling of comfort

As if I recognized them all from a dream

I knew that you had a vision of what was to be

I trusted your footsteps would lead us home

I wish I could’ve peaked inside your mind

Because all I saw was what we were leaving behind

Unclear of how life would be better

Or even how our love would be stronger 

I trusted your footsteps would lead us home

When I was giving up hope because I didn’t see a clear path

You gripped my hand and calmed my fears 

Fears of relinquishing my control

I felt my breathing becoming more vigorous, my heart beating faster

And right then you looked at me and said welcome home

~I’m So Glad I Trusted You To Walk Me Home~ I wrote this for my one and only

You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!

~Belladonna~

74 Replies to “Walk mE homE”

  9. weird, but you reminded me of a visit to a sister in Stamford Conn. and getting lost walking to her place from the commuter station…..and first walking in the wrong direction and people stopping asking me if I knew where I was going, then turning around and wandering around in the wrong neighborhood and people asking me if I knew where I was….eventually found my directions, but it was pretty cool in a lot of ways, as a Canadian in the USA I just know any thing was different…..or unusual…..on that trip, on one highlght while all my friends went into NYC and Time Square, I wandered towards Marcus Garvey Park…..so cool…

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