I used to wear red pumps with a spring in my step a sass in my ass an attitude in my speech that lit up my eyes (where do you think the laugh lines come from?)
I wore the shit out of those red pumps foot stuck in mouth words over my lips before I could close them reflecting shocked looks (was it really so different from what you thought?)
I miss my red pumps walking in virgin snow speaking of truth sharing experiences envisioning the future (are they in the back of my closet?)
I loved those red pumps raised up at the heel lifted up in spirit bubbled up giggles stared up at the stars (is it possible they still fit?)
I remember that girl with the red pumps although I limp a bit now she lives in me still the bite of my words helping me see