In the realm of footwear, a choice was made, to embrace the hue of crimson, a bold cascade. Amidst a sea of ebony, you dared to stray, from the shadows of darkness, you found your way. Once adorned with obsidian, a familiar sight. But now, a vibrant transformation takes flight. Red shoes, a symbol of audacity and grace, a departure from the norm, a new embrace. In this tapestry, oh … how strange it seems to me, for you have chosen differently.
In a world where paths diverge and sway, you’ve taken a route that leads astray. Isn’t it peculiar, my dear, to deviate from the path so clear? For in your choices, a twist unfolds, a deviation from what tradition holds. But who am I to judge your way, to question the path you’ve chosen today?
For in the realm of scarlet shoes, you are the ethereal muse, a vision of beauty, rare and true, a dream they yearn for, through and through. In a dance of joy, you step within, to bring forth smiles, where sadness has been. With gentle grace, you seek to impart, happiness, like a gift, from your heart. In the realm of footwear, a tale unfolds, where one seeks to embrace new shoes, behold! But alas, before the venture can commence, retreat is made, a hesitant recompense. With hopeful steps, towards novelty we tread, yearning to don a different brand instead. Yet, in a twist, the familiar takes hold, and back we go, to the shoes of old. In a moment’s breath, you departed, leaving crimson shoes behind, unspoken.
No farewell whispered, no trace imparted, just silence, as if our bond was broken.
You go back to her and I go back to black.
