Monday, December 28, 2009

Black Shoes.

She wore black shoes

He watched as she made her moves

One step at a time she walked

Puttin beats in his rhyme he gawked


She wore black heels

The sort that healed

The sores that had been made before

With a glance she opened his every door

She wore black boots

She climbed ladders and slid down shoots

He helped her up, he saw her fall

He prayed she'd never cry or bawl.

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