On Christmas Eve & Christmas Day...
I found my old pair of black shoes
(I thought they were on the trash)
She show me her new orange&white ones
(and she tell me that Christmas on her house was such a hash)
I gave her, a hand-made Christmas card
(and she like it, she like it a lot)
And she gave me an angel Christmas postcard
(a seminude angel-girl, it was really hot)
Then she look at the floor, and whisper something
(she said that she wrote a poem for me, but if she read it she’ll wept)
I say: if you want to read it to me, do it, but is not necessary if you don’t want to
(and I thought: this is the kind of girl that you should to keep)
So she read it to me, and wept,
(I hug her, kiss her, and smile)
This is not all, I also buy something for you, she said
(I had to wait for her standing by the wall for a while)
This is your present: a brand new pair of black punk shoes
(I was very happy, the happiest day of all)
( but I keep asking myself… how my old shoes will felt about this fall?)
-By me