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Gypsy Lady
Your fortune- She’ll predict Wickedness- Her eyes depict Tarot cards- Spread out in view What lies ahead- Will be revealed to you
Gaze into the ball of crystal To you- You future it’ll show Mind burning hot, like a fired pistol You’ve got to pay the price to know
A grin she grins- It’s the grin of fate Your palm in hers- A sickness it creates Upon your flesh- Her fingertips dance Your thought process- In a trance
On your mind- She’s played a trick Darkness casts over you- Whole Of the wits- She’s oddly quick Through you- She eyes your soul
Blood spills out, as the wound flows Night creeps in- Causing air to go cold Shovel in hand- She’s at it again Digging up the earth to plant you in
On the land- Unmarked graves She wanders about- Inner demons rave Into creepy shapes- Aged trees contort Of your life- You fell short
There she goes, dress caught in the breeze Attempting to soothe her mental disease
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Reminds me of what I call my true beginning in poetry, so far anyways, though I've been writting poetry before that, lol You've great potiential. Don't let people discarage you. Unlike what navygril has stated, it does indeed make sense. You'll soon learn how to make your words flow and howt o better convey your thoughts. How old are you might I ask?
to tell the truth I dont like it at all. It makes no sence like at all. Im sorry. If you give more detail it wwould be better
To be honest this is one of my bad poems. Haha, I have others that flow a bit smoother.