Treasure Island

Kelly Zion

(11/27/1994)

Bootprints And Tiretreads


If you follow my bootprints
you'll find empty shoes,
I'd disintegrate
if I walked away from you.

If I follow you're tiretreads,
I'd find empty tracks,
if you walk away from me
there's no turning back.

Oh, but I'd make a road anyway
to help guide you home
and you'd fill my shoeprints
with your own cowboy boots.

We'll make each other make it
because we care so much
we'll fill the tire and bootprints
with sweet unfeigned love.

Oh, we'll make it home together
and if I run away
you'll come after me
with empty tire treads.

You'll always rescue me,
and I'll rescue you
because this world is so lonely
in empty cowboy boots.

Oh baby, and we need each other,
we need true love,
so I'll follow your tire treads
until I find your truck.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 07, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
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  • Allen Steble (5/7/2013 10:39:00 AM)

    Nice poem, the repeated themei carried through very nicely, ws like a story being told with nice humour as well, well done ten from me. (Report) Reply

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