I used to think mysef
a Romany
reading palms
and wearing golden
bangles
layers of purples
pinks and reds
adorning my body
but your love
turned me into
nothing but
a Tinker
stealing purses
from unsuspecting
well dressed women
and pocket watches
from pinstriped suited
men
I never said I was
guiltless
but your love
made me nothing
but ashes in
the fire pit of
Hell
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
I used to think mysef
a Romany
reading palms
and wearing golden
bangles
layers of purples
pinks and reds
adorning my body
but your love
turned me into
nothing but
a Tinker
stealing purses
from unsuspecting
well dressed women
and pocket watches
from pinstriped suited
men
I never said I was
guiltless
but your love
made me nothing
but ashes in
the fire pit of
Hell
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