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Red Stiletto High Heels
You walk along
The Parisian walkways
Alone...
Picking up dreams
That aren't there
Discarding lover's in your head
Without a care...
Silk stockings, stiletto heels
A beating heart ready
Now just withered...and
Dead
Along the river's edge
Tempting, swirling and inviting
She feels a warmth, a loving even!
In the distance she can hear the laughter
The smoke from her cigarette drifts...
Onwards towards the city lights and laughter
In the neon metropolis
She has no love, only sadness
Only loneliness
Looking into the deep dark Seine
She see's welcoming lovers beckoning
There in the deep is a future
A new beginning...
I have nothing in this world
She takes one last puff on her cigarette...
In the morning
All they found was her
Red Stiletto High Heels!
B...
copywriter2005
UK
written 5th September 2005
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