Gypsy Rose

Song lyrics

There is only so much that Gypsy Rose can do for me,

an end must come

to the bitter sweet freedom.

There is only so much the sweet smell of cigarettes does for me,

the comfort it brings

is no longer satisfying to me

Woollen socks, foggy windows, Earl Grey tea,

red brick houses, fresh pine and dark roast coffee

Only Gypsy Rose knows home the way I do,

and knows comfort

no longer feels like it used to

Woollen socks, foggy windows, Earl Grey tea,

red brick houses, fresh pine and dark roast coffee

There is only so much that Gypsy Rose can do for me,

an end must come

to the bitter sweet freedom.

Baretoes, hardwood floors, airports...

Author's Note

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

airports is a good end. such a good word.

[Reetta]

I sense the sarcasm .. :p

[The Twin Arenas]

no sarcasm!

[The Twin Arenas]

airports is a good word. it's a port of air.

[The Twin Arenas]

and it kinda lies outside everything else in the poem.

[The Twin Arenas]

airports is suuuuuuch a good word woulda' been, yeah, I mean, that woulda' been sarcastic.

[Reetta]

Hahaha a port of air. i agree they're pretty great places airports are the ultimate.. ports? of freedom

[Reetta]

thank you though :) :)

[Jed Johnson]

So much said here in so few words
Imagery, metaphor, all well done.

[Reetta]

Thank you :) :)