Pink Shoelaces
All though middle school I saw them
Pink Shoelaces
Tied, untied, retied
Always there when I look down
My pink shoelaces
In high school I didn't look down as much
But whenever I did there they were
Bright and pink, cute little sloppy bows smiling up at me
Tied, untied, retied
When I was in the play
I lost you
I sinched you in my corset, then you were gone.
But I found you again
My pink shoelaces
Bright against thier new black home
My pink shoelaces
Bright in the blackness of despair, a spotlight
My signature
My hope
My pink sholaces.
This poem is about:
Me