Shoes

Shoes

A Poem by terry smith

The perfect pair...

We fit perfectly
everyone could see
together we would travel the world
run fly and be free
jump in the ocean
 and dry off in the sun happily
but then you started to drift...
 apart from me
I could no longer walk 
for I am no acrobatic 
deity
so I had to let you go...

pity.

© 2015 terry smith


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Added on October 14, 2015
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Books by Terry Smith Bathroom Graffiti Angel Vomit Sid & Mary (Opal ) a journey into the wasteland available on Amazon Happily Married more..