A Pair of Shoes

August 9, 2008 at 3:58 pm 1 comment


We went for a walk
In my dusty shoes
Tainted and smoggy.

Sauntering through the roses
We stopped to
kiss.

Arches of petals dancing,
Glaring-
and he leans in.
Hot breath meeting nothing.

And there he is looking at me
And I stare at my shoes.
My dusty, dark and broken shoes.

My shoes are dusty,
As my heart is muddy
Laced inside the stitching
It breathes deeply
Determined to remain.

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  • 1. Elle  |  April 12, 2009 at 4:10 pm

    i like this

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