Many a
late gypsy
night.

struggling
to get
yourself
free,

from back
door conversations,

in stolen
moments

where
your soul
carries
half the
weight.


and you can
feel it.

in everything
you do.

everything
you touch

isn't you.

you lie
with tears
dried
on early
morning
pillows.

and no one
by your side.

and love
cannot
find you
there.

and your Disney
princess
dreams,

shake and

then fall

from your
eyes.

it is another
life you
live there

"the other
woman"

you have
become..

and still
souls cry for
you here.

and still
open arms wait
.for you,


but your still

stuck on

being the

next Mary Poppins

in his life,


but quite

honestly


I don't

even think

you know

how to sing.