It's a poem about relationships and withering away of identity.
Years have passed
Yet it all comes back
As I pull open
the rusty Vault
They fall on my face
My yellow shoes.
Those disdainful eyes
as you said
Who wears yellow shoes?
I withered a little
And I kept them away .
I remember the list
Is long,
Of things stowed
away,Forgotten .
Pieces of me all stuffed
In this dusty vault?
I pick up them up
Bubbling with laughter
I twirl, and I yell,
I wear yellow shoes!
Poetry by Seema
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Written on 2017-04-08 at 04:31
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Yellow shoes
Yellow shoesYears have passed
Yet it all comes back
As I pull open
the rusty Vault
They fall on my face
My yellow shoes.
Those disdainful eyes
as you said
Who wears yellow shoes?
I withered a little
And I kept them away .
I remember the list
Is long,
Of things stowed
away,Forgotten .
Pieces of me all stuffed
In this dusty vault?
I pick up them up
Bubbling with laughter
I twirl, and I yell,
I wear yellow shoes!
Poetry by Seema
Read 860 times
Written on 2017-04-08 at 04:31
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