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High Heels

Your love is like a pair of high heels;
You make me feel beautiful and pretty on the inside;
You make me feel better about myself.
But eventually you start to hurt me;
Scars form on my feet.
Eventually you become a burden;
Always pestering me.
Finally I take you off;
I push you aside.
Now there is nothing left of me,
Just pale, cold, and scarred feet.





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MaxRide said...
Mar. 13, 2012 at 8:25 am
Awww I love it Horse!  It's so sweet!  :D
 
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