If the Shoe Doesn't Fit...

Feet moving faster than my eyes dart around.

We didn’t start the war but we didn’t make a sound.

I lay awake at night;

I toss and I turn.

The paths that we take;

The bridges we burn;

They point us one way.

They’ve lead us to this.

My thoughts turn to black,

As they poison your kiss.

I lay and I think of the words that you said.

The lies that you told to get into my head.

The words that you spoke,

Became promises broke.

This cannot be real;

It must be a joke.

Lavender bushes;

They nibble my feet.

The life I have lived,

Has been a defeat.

But I push on and fight, for the ones that I love.

If the shoe doesn’t fit, then I’ll find you a glove.

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