My Last Pair of Shoes

I cannot help it-
It is me not you.
My love for you is Steadfast
But i'm afraid you have seen the last
Of me, and my big feet.
It could be said I outgrew you,
I was the only one who knew you.
And you carried me far-
With your rubbery soul.
Pavement and gravel have worn you down
And the road ahead is long.
Too long, for me to take you with me.
Really i'd rather walk barefoot on glass....
I guess your just too small for me now,
And the world is a big place,
Too big. . . Look, maybe..
                Maybe there is a way ill see you again.
In Some kind of place, a haven- for the things people
just plain don't need anymore. Like You.
I gotta go now, you stay here-
In my closet with the other unneeded things.

For You

Just making sure
that the sky doesnt fall on us
the mountain never falters

Tasting The difference

At my little cousins birthday
I observe the outlandish pastries.
Black cupcakes with vibrant frosting
Orange pink and purple.
And I may be the only sober person
To ever ask-
What does purple taste like ?
The anticipated bite reveals
The answer was simple
Surprising - white, nothing , normal.
Funny concept really-
All colors one and the Same
Completely Equal.