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These boots were made for walking

So I’m walking out the door

This tongue was made for talking

Till we can talk no more



No, that’s not the only thing

This muscle has use for

But I see no point

Of wasting what can be saved

For something stable - something sure



These lips were made for kissing

But in passion, not in vain

These knees were made for kneeling

And I care to kneel no more



The agony behind your pleas

I liken to my knees

Skeletal – weak; enduring, unique

Nothing special...rather ugly

Does nothing for me really



This heart, it was once made of stone

Your love warmed 'till it was glass

Then strove to break it irreperably

Into tiny little shards



It was a fearsome struggle

To piece back the little pieces

But given time

Success was mine

This heart became of steel



You came again a-crawling

And I let you in again

And like nitrate after Judas poured

This heart was shattered again



Now I'm back to being me

My heart is stone once more

Flesh to others

But stone to you

Don't even think to ask...



These boots were made for walking

I'm walking out the door

This tongue was made for talking

You'll hear from it no more



--15/11/00--