�Gypsy Hill�

We slip through time at an alarming rate, such flashing pace
And if you are unlucky then you may get to do it all over again
If we had a second chance then would you do this differently?
Would friendship, love and company be the only things that you would steal from me?
We’ve struggled the uphill with the knowledge that reaching the top only leads to the quickest way down
Looking back over time was it really worth all that effort?
With every London borough pinching your heart and waist
Falling in love at every station your Norfolk ways come into play

And all I always wanted was for us to live forever
But I now know that one of us must die…
It was always going to be you who survives
Strangers never stay friends for longer than their need is squeezed
You bleed me dry until the blood drips clean
I should have seen those teeth
But I never thought that it would be my whole life that you would run off with
I curse the night that I ever sat and spoke to the shadow’s chill
Monsters exist and they still live up on Gypsy Hill.

 

Reviews

[Georgia Gypsy]

I love the edgy way this is written, half lovingly-half hateful. But true...Have written on the subject myself. (Who hasn't right?)
good job

[Rick Puetter]

Wow, Steven. What an outpouring of grief, bitterness, and even time-honed anger. This has the edge of a razor cutting through bare skin. Very powerful. I feel the anguish and abandonment. Well written.

Best regards,

Rick