Gypsy, crown the girl!

[GERGE]

Gypsy, crown the girl
who runs
so fast
she’s already passed you by.
Crown her
queen
of heartache;
our lady of god
and sorrow
(how she loved him so)
crown her in the name of lies everywhere
give her a thrown
amongst the stars
and patrol her;
parole her, and
unroll her
so you can step just right
all over her.
She’s the queen
of you
when you groan,
like the phone
that doesn’t ring.
She’s the reason why you sing
at night,
so light
are you
against her-
her, the queen of brightness
contriteness,
she’s a righteous bitch
(or just a bitch
that you can‘t stop
the itch for,
the twitch for,
the pitch for.ward,
she‘s never been the right word to describe you.)
She’s the wrong melody;
she’s a poison
when you spent good money on a remedy.

[Quibble]

gercekten cok guzel.. o, imkansizin mi ?