Gypsy
Come sit by my fire.
Let's talk for a while.
I'll pretend to listen...
maybe even smile.
Too much gypsy
in my soul,
never content
where I am,
always moving constantly
searching for something
"I" don't even umderstand.
Loner at heart...
Silence is best.
No one listens anyway,
why waste my breath...
These thoughts on my mind,
better left unsaid.
People come in,
they go right back out...
They have nothing to offer,
I can't do, or live without.
I don't mean to be bitter.
I do have a heart!
It's just been broken too often,
and shoved to the side.
They say my skin is warm,
but, I am cold to the touch...
I don't like promises,
never need that much...
I'm always packed now,
and ready to move.
I'm finally at peace
with this life "I" choose.
Let's talk for a while.
I'll pretend to listen...
maybe even smile.
Too much gypsy
in my soul,
never content
where I am,
always moving constantly
searching for something
"I" don't even umderstand.
Loner at heart...
Silence is best.
No one listens anyway,
why waste my breath...
These thoughts on my mind,
better left unsaid.
People come in,
they go right back out...
They have nothing to offer,
I can't do, or live without.
I don't mean to be bitter.
I do have a heart!
It's just been broken too often,
and shoved to the side.
They say my skin is warm,
but, I am cold to the touch...
I don't like promises,
never need that much...
I'm always packed now,
and ready to move.
I'm finally at peace
with this life "I" choose.
Sharon Bivens
2016
2016
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