"It's cold in here", I said,
"You think I should use red?".
I gave blue a look ,
But used red in my book .
a little girl,
Nothing to lose.
Another cold day.
Conversations with shoes.
"I bet you're hungry too.",
As I picked up the blue.
Shoes off of my feet.
Nothing at all to eat.
My belly ached,
'Neath my old skirt.
Just hungry still and again,
In a diff'rent stained shirt.
Thanks for col'ring with me."
Moving so they could see,
The picture I made.
On that cold lonely day,
I used all three,
Colors I had.
Canvas to talk to.
I began to get mad.
"Well, you like it don't you?"
I questioned the old shoe.
It's mouth open wide-
No response it replied.
"You answer me!"
Like mom had called,
Just tossing poor Amy,
Into the kitchen wall.
I grabbed it by the strings,
And gave that shoe a ring.
I sat down and cried.
My soul curled up inside.
I said out loud,
"That will teach yous!!"
Another cold day.
Conversations with shoes.
Ames said to wash my face,
And gave a quick embrace.
Tucked me in at night.
Always left on a light.
Two little girls,
Grown up too soon.
Amy loved me so much.
Conversations with shoes.
--Ashley |
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