How could you make me walk in your shoes?
Make me explore the mountains,
Expecting I will trip not?
Suffocate my feet,
Scar and scrape my skin?
How could you make me walk in your shoes?
If you know it damn well
That your shoes don't fit on mine,
The way they don't fit on yours?
- John
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midnight thoughts
PoetryA compilation of short poems and quotes written by yours truly. Highest: #1 in poetry All Rights Reserved © John Schorwinson 2017 Marvellous cover made by @soundthealarm
