|Current mood:|| amused|
Cute like a loner sock
You are cute like a loner sock. The other one is off somewhere, and maybe does not exist anymore. The surviver of dryer tumbles, you are. There is a hole in your toe. Who wants to wear a loner sock with a hole in the toe? People feel a sympathetic kindness coming on, and yet they walk away looking to see if anyone noticed. But you are a brave little sock, with your head held high. So what if you do not match? The matching socks have less ravishing colors and often have an odor. But you, worn once and maybe twice more, watch them and want to be them. You wonder why you don't have a foot to keep warm. Won't anyone wear this loner sock with the hole in the toe? I will not. I wish you hadn't thought me to be any less shallow then the other socks. I am a sock the matches with many other socks. Maybe I am a pair of underwear, after all. I keep you safe in my drawer where i can peek in to see if you've made friends, and maybe slide my foot in shortly to feel the warmth you give to my cold foot.
At night you hop around in my dreams and you no longer have the hole at your toe. Others flock around you to peer at the healed toe and they take you away with them where all socks match in equality. When i wake, I poke my finger into your sock hole, making it wider. I don't want you to leave me.