Gypsy Files

My first attempt at poetry ever


Vacant Soul



im killing the me
that you claim to see
im killing the me
that wasnt meant to be

all that i touch
turns to dust
never find love
only lust

spent all my life
giving all that i am
only to find out
that i never became

ive been who you want
anything you feel
when you decide you are done
i cease to be real

I never became
I was never really born
Im a shell of a being
that no one will mourn

without a purpose
without a role
without a love
without a soul


by: "Seagypsy" 5/2010