The wrong Gypsy

 

What's the gypsy offering

Can she feel the pain

Stare in her eyes

Your soul might be drained

 

Like heroin humming in the veins 

Keeping me from circling the drain

She used to keep me relatively sane 

Always knew it would end

Didn't think about the pain

 

Gave me up didn't tell me why:

Looked at me wouldn't even try.

Sitting in the dark alone.

China's absence aching in my bones.

 

It started out a glimmer,

Stoked into a flame,

Kept on coming,

Never was the same.

 

A four letter word 

Whispered in my ear

Foolish enough to ever let it near

 

Love and other atom bombs

How could it ever go wrong?

Leaving a feeling that I never did belong.

 

It started out a glimmer ,

Stoked into a flame,

Kept on coming,

On the border of the sane .

 

Eyes like glass

Magic window panes

Satin edges smoothing out the shame

 

Digging deeper trying to feel the same

No matter what I do can't stop the rain

Knew it going in , no one to blame.

 

 

She won't repent or bow her head in shame. Dove right through the window . Melted in the stain .Not  a ripple.... never be the same.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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This poem is about: 
Me

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