Red Shoes

It must have been the clouds
That drove you to this measure
It must have been the snow
Let's just blame it on the weather

Your shoes were as red
As the Autumn leaves gold

But your shoes are no longer vibrant
And the leaves are of dying corpses

Red are the roses
Lain on your chest
Red was the ring
Left around your neck

I saw the rope today
Tied in a perfect knot
The kind you learned in Boy Scouts
Remember?
The kind you said you forgot





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