• Olivia Evola

A Sneaker

I am sneakered by you.

Each idea I run with,

like a runner sprinting on a track.

My thoughts are stopped,

like I have reached the finish line. 5

I am tripped with the laces you utter, reminding me that I am wrong.

I can hear the sole of your voice creeping with doubt,

as the footprints of your thoughts correct the prints of mine.

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