Gypsy.
At it like a gypsy.
Back in forth.
At it again.
Living like a gypsy.
Cry, tears fall waterfalls.
Hidden, running like blood through the veins.
More then a silence.
Desperation, a silent menace
It's all just in the brain.
Like a gypsy.
At it again.
So high, lips sweet and quick.
For that second in embrace.
Skin against skin sensation.
The booze dance wicked against the breath.
A wild man lived , and died.
A quick lift, a dollar, a dime.
With the rise and decline of the flame.
Like a gypsy.
At it again.
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Symptoms
ŞiirPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
