All you see are four shoes,
seemingly stranded at the edge of the empty lot.
Blending into brick, we sit.
"Look at me," our shoes say.
We'd rather that,
than have you stare
at our tear-stained faces,
our ripped clothing,
our clumsy embraces,
because our shoes say enough.
Author notes
option 1. picture prompt.
A contest entry
- Quickie-10 lines-10 entries-48 hours by Lady Nightshade.
600 points, ended January 29, 2008, 7 entries
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Comments
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So powerful and deep here, heavy feeling inside, wanting to be free somehow, with so much love...
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this is really good and very fitting for the picture.sweet and romantic but not so mushy you want to be sick (which tbh i think is done well very very few time).
good luck sweetheart
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Love it...good luck...
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