I wear your shoes
just to see what these soles
have tread upon
I put myself in your
worn leather just to see
from your perspective
Truth is- I'm not so
sure I like it...
The forward motions
going nowhere- is like stepping
in quicksand
I try and stand tall, but I'm
drowning and feeling small in
your shoes.
And I could have chosen
to have never laced up
these boots
But then again,
I would have never gained such
perspective of the neglected
So I unlace them.
place them on your shoe rack
and wear my own dusted boots
for the lack of love or light or
just coming home to us
to me at night.
I have my own shoes to fill now
and you can choose to wear mine
and see what I see
Or continue on in your shoes-
perspective distorted
to stumble on blindly.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
I wear your shoes
just to see what these soles
have tread upon
I put myself in your
worn leather just to see
from your perspective
Truth is- I'm not so
sure I like it...
The forward motions
going nowhere- is like stepping
in quicksand
I try and stand tall, but I'm
drowning and feeling small in
your shoes.
And I could have chosen
to have never laced up
these boots
But then again,
I would have never gained such
perspective of the neglected
So I unlace them.
place them on your shoe rack
and wear my own dusted boots
for the lack of love or light or
just coming home to us
to me at night.
I have my own shoes to fill now
and you can choose to wear mine
and see what I see
Or continue on in your shoes-
perspective distorted
to stumble on blindly.
