i'm going to miss my blue mountains
late at night when i can't sleep
and the constellations, shining so bright
i'm going to miss the smell of sagebrush
when rain falls onto the damn bush
i'm going to miss the sound
of the wheel lines when i can't sleep
but i'm sure as hell not going to miss
the people who made my life miserable
here.
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."
