I have passed by that road
A million times I have passed that very shop
But today something caught my eyes
Oh.........shoes
My guilty pleasure.
Was it the manner of arrangement
Or was it just my brain
Acknowledging something beautiful
Making me take a bold step
Towards the shop.
The sales woman looked so pretty
Her hair was perfection
Her clothes were of quality material
Then I looked at her feet
Out of habit
And was taken aback by what I saw.
Her feet were covered
In tiny fragments of brown they were buried
Birth marks perhaps?
Curiosity takes me a step closer
NO.... that is mud
It seemed to have been there all day
Why would she not indulge in what she sells?
Was what came to mind
Or is there more to the shoes?
She looked at me with expectant eyes
But how did she expect me to patronize her
Wouldn't it be found ironic
That I bought shoes
From a shoeless shoe seller.
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JOURNEY INTO MY WORLD
PoetryWhen there's no one to turn to, we tend to turn to the one thing that's almost secrete to us. I turn to my pen and paper. My life might not be all that interesting but why don't u let curiosity get the better of you.
