Today

She wore shoes

She swore

She'd never wear

Again

& Laid *******

On the

Flower petals

For balance

To make sure they

Knew what they

Were doing

"You're wrong in all

The good ways"

She promised

Herself

& though her plight

Won't be as

Fancy

As yours

She'll wear the heels

To bear it

Enough will be

Enough

With common words

& petty foreplay

Perhaps she won't mind

The wind

No, she doesn't mind

The rain

If it falls in proper

Season

& doesn't smear

Her lipstick

She'll call it the

"Summer of Dreams"

& she'll leave it on

Your doorstep

For you to

Follow her on her

Way out of

Reason.