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The

Gypsy

Soull

My Grate

All my loves leave

Without a kiss or goodbye

Set focused on their own things

Leaving me struck, dumb wondering why

 

All my clovers die

And fade away lifeless

There's no luck in love, it's a lie

And I remain still, the catcher in the rye

I’ll stay to myself, humble and glowing

No need to get too close, no need to know me

 

All my records break

I’ll get stuck on your every word, big mistake

It’s exactly the same love song playing

But I always seem to get it wrong

All my loves leave

Girls just wanna trick and boys thieve

Always had a thing for someone in need

Girls always gravitate to the nigga with the weed

And I think I may have outgrown the ability to make believe

 

We play pretend with love all the time

Thought it would get better with age like wine

But no, you all just leave me with that bitter taste

And now I realise after how you were merely a waste, love

 

All my lovers go

Far and away like the birds migrate for the snow

Don’t get too hype, they’ll leave you know

Not today, but you know what they say about tomorrow

By E.A. Spain

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