Chatterbox: Inkwell

Shoelaces

There was a girl,

this girl,

who kept shoelaces in her pockets.

Walking through

the neighborhood,

there was a girl,

this girl,

who would tie shoelaces

on the things that

mattered most to her.

There was a shoelace

on her mailbox,

where she would wait each morning

for a boy to deliver

the newspaper.

There was a shoelace

on the bakery window,

where she would spend her days

mysteriously conversing

with the costumers.

There was a shoelace on the tree,

where she would spend her nights

looking down on the city lights

from up in its spindly branches.

And then one day

there was a girl,

this girl,

who tied a shoelace

on me.

******(Ugh. I don't really like this. But here you go.)******