Why does the boy I love have to work next door to me? It seemed nice at first but it's getting difficult. Can We Play Footsie? Please let my feet rest on your thigh. They pass you each day and Jump for joy in touching The same ground. My feet love you! Each day they pass you and The arches fall in disappointment As you look away. Don't you hear that? On Monday the first toes break, Shatter as loud as She shattered your heart. by friday they can't pass you anymore I lay in pain and remember How the sidewalk felt under my feet; Hard, cracked, like your heart. So you've excused yourself. My feet have never felt your heart. They've never trampled you, Just tip-toed around your smile. Why should you want to hurt my feet? They may be too big and They may stumble over curbs, But they're lovely and mine. I love your feet! I don't know why I should, So flat and calloused. I've never Heard your footsteps pass mine.
original electrica!! Me liketh this piece, it's a quirky sonnet to feet woohoo...although not technically a sonnet obviously... isn't love fickle?!
Thank you and tee hee is all I can say in response to you, lozi. And I love walking by him everyday and seeing his pretty smile!! Sorry.
