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The shoes do not fit; I wear them because they are yours.
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The shoes do not fit; I wear them because they are yours. |
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Starcrossed_poet New Member
since 2010-11-13
Posts 5 |
My dream snatcher; the eye catcher. Eyes a shade of green, so serene that even blades of grass grew jealous. He lies in a pool of pillows, under young willows. Finding his next kill to thrill, shoes to fill the empty ones of his last lover. Beautiful was she, you would agree that she had a face like a flower, and eyes of the sea. Her mind was that of a wondering bird; Not one word she heard made sense, hence the empty shoes that my dream snatcher must choose to fill using unrestrained thrill and trained skill. I passed by my lover at noon, but it was too soon; my feet were not a fit. He did admit that they were quite small; I started to bawl. "My feet are too small?" I exclaimed; this statement he had claimed, was a horrible shame and I wish my feet were not small at all. Was I to blame for their size? I looked in his emerald eyes as he started to chuckle; my knees began to buckle. That laughter was the reason for my existence, no matter our distance. Even if we are miles away, or if the sky is cloudy and grey. We will outlast everything my love; you are my hand and I am your glove. I might not fit the shoes you set out, but isn't that what love is about? Excepting the other for what they are, then loving them forever, no matter how far. |
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Dakota Member
since 2000-05-25
Posts 125New York |
To Love and be Loved no matter the obstacles! Beautifully written. Welcome to Passions! Dave |
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Starcrossed_poet New Member
since 2010-11-13
Posts 5 |
Thank you dakota  |
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