The moment I slipped my feet in, I was in love.
Standing up without support, was an ordeal.
“Oh why, oh why do you have to be so high??” I cried.
“How am I ever going to walk in these pretty little evil things??”
And then I thought, “Sacrificing these beauties for my feet would be best.
For what’s the use, if I don’t have proper feet to put in?”
Putting them back, I left without another glance.
But no matter what, those pretty little evil things still have a piece of my heart.
Dreaming of those pretty little evil things.