I paid very close attention to cups on this one...
Your shoes
To take a Step in tour shoes
How would it be?
Would they be high heels?
Would they have a sole?
Would they clack on the floor?
Would they sparkle or glow?
Would they catch attention?
Would they be docile and daft?
Could they hold a whole conversation?
Could you ever give them up?
I didn't think so...
I imagine your shoes as
Bright
Towering over the
Twin towers
They gleam.
I imagine your shoes as
...Noisy
They'd click-clack
In the halls
With
Skinny wooden
Support beams.
I imagine your shoes as
Uncomfortable
Synonymous with
Trendy.
Clutching your feet
You won't walk to school
No, not today.
No, not tomorrow.
I imagine your shoes as
Couture
Beauty
Manufactured by
The Dashing
Meant for
The Deserving.
You are so deserving.
I imagine your shoes as
Inspiring
The sheer audacity
Their temerity
Its heart clenching
Its breath taking;
Your shoes inspire me,
You inspire me.
Your shoes
Are an extension
Of who you are
And who you will be.
My shoes
Are no match.
I see my shoes as
Dim
Light fading
On the sides
Embarrassed by
The public eye.
My shoes are shy.
I see my shoes as
Flat
Elevation leads to
More devastation
I see my shoes as
Staying flat.
I see my shoes as
Undesirable
Matching their wearer
Perfectly
Plain and simple
Are my shoes.
I see my shoes as
Quiet
Silent
Rubber padding
Crossing marble floors
My shoes
Will NOT make noise.
I see my shoes as
Comfortable
Synonymous with
Out. Of. Style...
Walking
I'll make it to school
On time today
And tomorrow.
I see my shoes as
Anti-Contorashanist
And
Ugly.
I see my shoes as
An Example
The sheer audacity
Their temerity
Its teeth wrenching
Its brain knwaing
My shoes repel me.
My shoes arn't good enough
For your shoes.
For you.
Because you
Are the embodiment
Of what I wish I was
Who I could never be.
You
Are what I yearn for
Your level
Unreachable.
Your shoes
Exceed
My shoes.
Your shoes.
Your shoes...
Are all the wonderful I could never be.
