played with dolls when she was a child
blonde ringlets upon her head grew wild
her eyes shone in laughter
but you didn't matter
played with dolls when she was thirteen
thought she'd become a movie queen
painted her face with makeup
swore she'd never have a breakup
played with dolls with she was fourteen
they crowned her sister county queen
and she no longer wanted to be
any bit of so-called "royalty"
played with dolls when she was fifteen
found a boy, a lovely emerald green
he shone so bright and loving and kind
but she had something different in mind
she played his doll before he was sixteen
broke his heart in two and wiped it clean
he thought he had found "true love"
but she was a demon sent from above
played with dolls the day his heart died
couldn't repair it, trust me he tried
he thought that he could cope inside
but when he told me that, I knew
he had lied.
YOU ARE READING
Gypsy
Poetrya poetry collection "Gypsy souls aren't meant to stay in one place; they're meant to wander. I got tired, bored, and depressed in the place that I was at. Change was the only option. So I packed up my soul in a suitcase and left."
