Day 328 - Pink Socks

Some things belong in the grass

Like leaves and bugs and such

But the socks of a nice lass

That requires a special touch

Or a perfect day begging for bare feet

So her toes may wiggle in delight

A joy so very complete

She leaves her socks overnight

Day 89 - History

History

They say you can walk a mile in my shoes
But that will never light the fuse
Simply by each scuff and mark
You have not walked through my dark
And my past is still a mystery
You don't know my history
You see too much but don't feel
That right there is my Achille's heel
You know pain, but none of mine
You can't really walk the line
So it's best that you don't try
Rather, look me in the eye
There is the story I might just share

Look at me to show you care