In the closet lay a new pair of shoes
Bought on credit when she had felt the blues
She had tried to resist with all of her might
She couldn’t say no; it was love at first sight
So the shoes sit, and the shoes wait
To be worn on some special date
Time goes by, the four seasons turn
And on her mind, those shoes do burn
But the shoes are too high, and the shoes are too tight
They will never be worn, for they are just not right
In the closet lay a pair of unworn shoes
A constant reminder of those rotten blues
“In the Closet.” Copyright © 2018 by Sandra Cunha. All Rights Reserved.
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