gypsy brown

so she avoided me until
i knew her situation;
now i’m contracted to her soul
through something like novation

she loves me full of innocence,
and teases me with pain,
and mangles all her metaphors
near driving me insane

she dreams up types of leverage
and stresses for my back,
and of misunderstandings, we
but rarely have a lack

but all of it, or none of it,
will ever get me down,
for i would wander anywhere
to be with
gypsy brown

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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