Pretty Little Evil Things

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.

Until then,
Dreaming of those pretty little evil things.
xo