I am my poetry, my poetry is me... GYPSYfish
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- I'm a opaline dream poet for 901 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "EVEN NOW, i'm still dancing as fast as i can...".
- I am a 100 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a survivor.
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raw love on March 17
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raw love : Everyday sunday song... that never fails to make me think of you... on February 4I think you’re coming around again
Your psychic told you that she thinks it’s the end of the line
You put on that smile again
And somehow forget you were ever a friend of mine
These days I’m amazed by the changes in you
But this time you decide you don’t like the truth
Don’t throw in the towel and give up on me now, what can I do?
You’re dying to live, you’re dying to know what love is
And I’m trying to show you something more
Now you’re watching the sky
For a top gun falling out of the blue sometimes
You wish you could hide
From this nightmare you swear is becoming your everyday life
I know you don’t show you’re not doing so well
It’s ok cause today there’s a way out of this
Take my hand if you can and we’ll drive all night
You ask me the question
Staring out the window with the memory running down your face
Is there more to this maybe?
Than dancing for pennies in the street like a gypsy girl, baby
You’re trying to lie about why you’re down and out
Can’t you see that it’s me you’re pushing around
When will you be still and take your chances with God?
She’s music to my eyes and she lives in paradise, but something isn’t right
She thinks she’s going blind, but it’s just dark outside
Tripping along under pale street lights
I can’t believe she says that everything’s fine
She’s the luckiest girl alive, she’s the luckiest girl alive…
What a lucky world
I think you’re coming around again
Your psychic told you that she thinks it’s the end of the line
You put on that smile again
And somehow forget you were ever a friend of mine
These days I’m amazed by the changes in you
But this time you decide you don’t like the truth
Don’t throw in the towel and give up on me now, what can I do?
You’re dying to live, you’re dying to know what love is
And I’m trying to show you something more
Now you’re watching the sky
For a top gun falling out of the blue sometimes
You wish you could hide
From this nightmare you swear is becoming your everyday life
I know you don’t show you’re not doing so well
It’s ok cause today there’s a way out of this
Take my hand if you can and we’ll drive all night
You ask me the question
Staring out the window with the memory running down your face
Is there more to this maybe?
Than dancing for pennies in the street like a gypsy girl, baby
You’re trying to lie about why you’re down and out
Can’t you see that it’s me you’re pushing around
When will you be still and take your chances with God?
She’s music to my eyes and she lives in paradise, but something isn’t right
She thinks she’s going blind, but it’s just dark outside
Tripping along under pale street lights
I can’t believe she says that everything’s fine
She’s the luckiest girl alive, she’s the luckiest girl alive…
What a lucky world
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XxVampirePoetxX : "Gone" on September 24, 2008thank you for commenting on my poem
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Fire Storm : Sweet Gypsyfish on March 1, 2008Girl we are kin in our spirit,mind and soul,, for that and our poetic words maybe we are soul sisters, so therefore know each other so very well,,,Blessings of light,life,laughter and love...FireStorm
