All he does is write letters, and I am tired of not sleeping in this big bed,
Desert nothings could'nt fix me now. I walk these streets alone,
I have nothing but a lock of grey hair in my hand.
Hey gypsy man can you hear me now?
Sing me a dark romance as we march to your drum.
The stars have not fallen for days, the sky is clear though...are you?
Sincerley, Jane
To: the Gypsy Thief
I love it, Jane
! Especially the lock of grey hair
. Great perspective turnabout, Lita
~ Welcome to the Forum. Has it really taken this many years for Jane to write her own
? If so, it's about time. I've also always pictured her in an empty bed, wishing he'd join her, the bed made big by his absence.
~ Lizzytysh




~ Lizzytysh