her shoes are still empty.
her laces tied up on her dusty painted over converse.
even the scuffed bottoms still had that one hole she complained about.
I miss her more than life.
why are my shoes full while her’s sit empty?
how is that fair?
it’s not.
her shoes are still empty.
her laces tied up on her dusty painted over converse.
even the scuffed bottoms still had that one hole she complained about.
I miss her more than life.
why are my shoes full while her’s sit empty?
how is that fair?
it’s not.