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Blue Little Shoe

Poetry By: absolutelyalice

There's not much to explain, just read it!

Submitted:Sep 16, 2011    Reads: 38    Comments: 14    Likes: 7   

I'm on the phone,
and you're sitting there
all alone
on an old wooden bench
by a cider tree.
You turn around,
our eyes meet.
You ask me to take a seat!
Fluttering lashes,
I can't see the gashes,
the wounds from your battle
that made your whole world rattle.
You smile guiltily,
I smile too!
What happened to you?
I gaze at your blue little shoe,
but what is that?
A cat in a hat?
How can it be?
Is that blood I see?

What I don't know,
is that in the snow,
earlier the same day,
right at noon,
you had to slay,
before you could play,
the one that turned your whole world grey.
Fire in your sapphire eyes,
your blonde hair,
in a red satin bow.
A beg of «No!»
You lifted your axe,
your devious smile,
a scream in the woods,
a second in denial,
scarlet red all over the place,
you bent down,
to tie your shoe lace.
Then you walked home,
happy as can be,
ready to meet someone like me.


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