My Beloved Stilettos
I.
I put on
My stiletto heels
My identity
The symbol
Of me
My career
My life
My heels
My stilettos
My beloved.
II.
You asked me
To step out
of
My stilettos
Should I
Do so
For you?
If I take off
My stilettos
If I take them off
Because of you
Am I still
Me
Can I still
Be me?
III
My stilettos
A
Part of
The me
You fell
For
A
Part of
The me
That fell
For you
So if I
Remove
My beloved
Stilettos
My
8-inch
wicked heels
The
Symbol
Of my identity
A
Symbol
Of my career
Am I still me
Am I still
The me
That loves you?
I think
Not.
IV
So
Let me keep
My stilettos
Let me keep
Me
The me
That loves you
So
The me
That you love
The me
In my stilettos
The
Ambitious
Working
Me.
Kel. 29 November 2005.
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6 comments:
*sigh* i think i love stilettos.
and i wish they could be a part of me too ...
lately, all i wear are my 2 pairs of Hash Puppies stilettos. Gotten so used to them....*grin*
i hate to ask, but how's bumming?
somehow, i can see you in boots but not stilettos....hmm...
during the exam period, all I wear lately are my flats. =(
I miss the high high heels. =) Maybe I should start looking for boots too. *heh. Would look great with a knee length pencil denim skirt.
but the perfect pencil skirt is alas, so elusive.
MY BLACK STILETTO HEELS BROKE! *sob*
actually, the perfect pencil skirt... I have. However, the perfect legs... erm...
oh my. poor heels. poor you.
sigh. i'm still trying to recover from the loss of my heels.
so lost...
grin.
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