The other day
I drew a face
on the bottom of my shoe,
on the soul.
It was a hard looking face
with a strong chin (‘so handsome’ my mother would say)
and a stiff upper lip.
No tongue.
But there was a sad softness in his eyes.
A meloncholy something
to his monotone brow,
that made me wonder
how he felt
getting stood on
every day.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
puns
and sadness.
😦
You are exploding right now.
So inspired, keep pushing; keep writing!
Sarah – Sorry if it makes you sad.
krkbaker – Thanks. I’m trying. There’s other things,
phrases and words, flying around in my head at
the moment
very awesome!!! i love that you wrote “soul.”
Cheers.
Beautiful.
🙂
i want that type of drawing on my shoe.. but i dont want to stand on it because that will ruin my soul’s artwork.