My Shoes

A gift without a receipt

Mine ever since the beginning

So I wear them as I see fit

Worked real hard to fill the empty spaces

So excuse me for the strong attachment

But I can guarantee you, I have no love and no affection towards those damn things

God himself knows I don’t want them, considering is the one that gave them to me in the first place.

Luckily, every places that they have lead me to, have lead me to a story,

An explanation that tells me why they’re mine and not yours

My shoes, those bloody things which I despise the very most

I wear them proudly not because I have to nor because I am force to

But because they’re mine and mine only.