MothballsA Poem by Gypsy WillowI sit in amazement As you play me yet again How dare you act as if You actually give a s**t And then complain When I confide What’s it matter to you If I perform my contrition If I feed my deamons It’s my life to live And you’ve more than proven I can’t always count on you Believe it or not I can see Right through your masks I’m not an idiot And you can’t make me believe The selflessness I hear your unspoken words And now you’re running away But from what? It’s amazing how you can’t hear me And I’m forced to wonder Did you ever really listen? So I’ve thrown my hands up I’ll let you hide But I refuse to seek Your stupidity © 2008 Gypsy Willow |
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Added on December 2, 2008 AuthorGypsy WillowStaunton, VAAboutI've been writing since I was thirteen and it will always be my passion. I really wanted to go to Pratt to major in Creative writing, but that is a dream left for when I have a larger pocket. I am 19 .. more..Writing
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