Precious Gypsy Sing your song
Tap Dance to the melody
We’ll drink to prosperity
You left me shaking at the gate
Wilted bouquet crying
I don’t know how long I stood
In misery sighing
You tore the strings of my guitar,
I will never play it
You left a fire in my heart
I will not deny it
Today I play a violin
And your precious daughter dances
She asks me where her Mommy is
I say, she’s travelling with Colossus
I since heard you’re alone again
The songs don’t last forever
Sometimes a gypsy hearts to blame
And sometimes it’s the choices
Precious gypsy sing your song
Of broken hearts and sadness
Remember I am still your friend though
You’re not the Goddess Isis.
:)ALADY'SLIFE
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This poem depicts a woman who feels claustrophobic being tied down to one place
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Francois de la Rochefoucauld
When we are in love we often doubt that which we most believe.
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