She can still let go
as long as stilettos
still touch her soles
She’s decorated
and on display
I pray she stays
while she slips away
She swings those blades
with every step
It’s a fate
that’s worse then death
I get laid
to rest
She left
like the sun
shunned by dark
a knife that night
here in my heart
What can i do?
I know I love her
but she puts one foot
in front of the other