I think you might be gypsy.
itchy twitching tingling in the soles of your feet
always roaming, searching for the end of each lonely street.
I think you could be gypsy
your passions swinging wide, wild, and uncontrolled
from burning, firey, desire to icy, hard, and cold
I think you must be gypsy
your spirit sharp and cutting, shiny bright, and brassy bold
always twisting, free, and yearning, something I could never hold
I hope that you are gypsy
and I wish I had known from the start
cause if you aren't a gypsy, then gypsy be your heart.
Copyright © mister malcontent | Year Posted 2019
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