The Problem Was With Your Shoes Poem by The Putul

I never had a problem with you;
The problem was with your shoes.

Now, you will show your astonishment!
How shoes can be a reason of break-up?

You will ask me to tell a valid reason,
And I will tell you not to ask such a stupid question.

Now, you will ask how it can be a stupid question,
As the question is about our breaking relation.

(This is the point of time where I should be dumb…
But I will have to tell, I can't stay being a statue)

I have gathered the discrete words from the floor,
Of your habit/ of your thoughts/ of your perspectives,
Which do not match with my colour of choice,
Which are the colours of your shoes!

I was just going to open my mouth…

You smiled/told, " I don't know what you think,
But I needed this break-up for shake of my shoes! "

© theputul
25.08.2012
www.theputul.co.cc