Like my favourite pair of pointees, watching right back at me, whispering "pick me, pick me.."

I picked you, after a long troubled walk on streets where lights were dim, I picked you, as your leather looked shiny and thin.

I picked you, who lay there without a hitch, I picked you, thinking there'll be no further confusion or glitch.

Unaware of the material tags you bare,
but you seemed so nice on my first wear to further care.

There was no question of competition, you become my favourite red pair without inhibition.

I'll stand tall in you and your fine body sleek, you knew my cold feet needed some heat.

I bought you, my favourite pair, with love, no despair.

You were 3 inches? but in time you caused such pain, you started wearing out in the time to the silly rain.

Slicing my skin from within, came along funny pricking pin.

Red love wise? or a trade off to beauty than a smart wear in disguise?

A little did I bleed here and there, but **** you'd care..Since you were mine I wasn't scared, I just couldn't get you off my stare.

I would try to match a dress just to put my feet in you, I'd give mom funny reasons unlikely to be true.

I wore the pain around as you made me feel all pretty, tall and somewhat right.

I put bandages then, while you hurt me with your touch of leather edgy might.

More tight..? I refuse, you leave a mark like a permanent bruise, but I loved you, I wanted to keep you and that wasn't any news.

Your memories even today remain loved and intact, as I put you back in the box that's tightly packed.

Saying a goodbye to my crazy act, I roam bear feet now than putting my feet through another short wrath.