The Pair of Boots

Date posted: January 7, 2008

Hidden in my closet I keep 
A pair of boots with heels so steep 

How I dread their pointed end 
Shudders up my spine they send 

Made of metal and nine inch long 
Come to use when I sing a sad song 

Silver ashes of resentment I swallowed 
In pain and agony I sat and wallowed 

Out of my eyes tears like silver bullets race 
Like lead balls they rolled down my face 

My skin so sensitive felt their burns 
Right and left, they took their turns 

It was my choice to love you, but 
Now in your face my heart I will shut 

Slowly I reached out to the lonely pair 
And like a dagger it fell from the air 

Into my heart it landed 
I did it single handed 

I do not know now what hurts more 
Leaving you, being with you, or 

The steep pain of the pointed heel 
That in my heart I am doomed to feel.

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