Heels

zhangyuyouyu

When I'm wearing my heels

heading for work, 

the heels get stuck in the drain

 

I go to work

and come home exhausted

One, two, three

It repeats

 

Don't blame me 

when I drop the heels

and am heading for the hills

What is my deal you ask

You can't help me

Only I can save myself

 

The heels did not appear from fantasy

The life I was in was not a fairytale 

I was never a Cinderella with her glass slippers 

finding her prince

 

  • Author: zhangyuyouyu (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 10th, 2022 10:55
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 13
  • Users favorite of this poem: empty vial, Paul Bell
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  • Paul Bell

    You portray the lady of the night in stark detail. No glass slipper, just the harsh reality of life.



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