My Stars, My Boots

I cradled them in my arms, swaying them left then right.
With them, I could see a new world with bright colours and a bedazzling lifestlyle.
With them I could jog a million miles.
When I was with them, I felt relief.
I shared those feelings with no other except maybe a peach.
The dust I felt was a most definite must.
I couldn't understand why no one was fussed.
My riding boots you see, they came first.
If anyone took them from me, then they were the worst.
My riding boots weren't just my life, they were my thirst.
They shone to me like a daisy in a bed full of weeds.
My riding boots were a necessity, a need.
The leather felt like silk to me, like drinking fresh milk.

Some people see stars as suns, I see them as boots.