Gypsy

Tears like lullabies ruin the perfectly applied mask, if she had the chance she'd never look back. A heart like gasoline oh so ready to light with just a spark, the inferno that arises could be anyones fault... The truth like a pirate holding the most beautiful captive and ending the undesirable, but the former or latter she is not. She is the pirate, she is the tears that speak words her own mouth can not say, her reckless heart devastates untouched wilderness with it's hungry flames... God bless her lonesome, tired gypsy soul. She never deserved this, she never wondered far from the path set for her. How did this happen? Tears like lullabies sing her to sleep.