are they really even there?
are they just sets of eyes
setting it ablaze with their intrepid lies
are they just sets of limbs
(oh my patience is wearing thin)
are they just sets of legs
poking holes to fit their pegs
are they just sets of teeth
gripping your body so you admit defeat
taking your body and your soul too
lord how i wish i knew what i knew
because he took my body
used it for his pleasure
took me out behind again
just for good measure
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."
