Scarborough Gypsy Poems

I look into the mirror
By accident these days
For it’s not my own reflection
That meets my startled gaze
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Am so afraid of how you feel
Listening to what you’ve said
Chills me to the bone
Our whole existence is on shaky ground
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He’s written his rules
In invisible ink
She’s thirsty for answers
But can’t get a drink
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My heart sank
As I watched her go
That familiar pain returned in an instant
And I felt hollow inside
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This one's a real scorcher
A flaming true one too
The subject – my 'hot' sister
And the things she likes to do
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I lay awake in my bed
Awaiting only sleep
Last cycle of the dish machine
Stopped – and then went BEEEEP!
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Sometimes I get just a sniff
A whiff of a memory
A time or a place
Of people
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Cry for me, please cry for me,
I want you to feel hurt,
I want the pain to dig at you,
And make you feel like dirt
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I’d like to awake
Without being woken
To just sit and think
With no word spoken
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Hot cup of tea
Now that for me would be
Such a luxury
Hot Cup of Tea
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