Rumour has it

Rumour has it

That I’m afraid to love

That I’m scared, that why I act tough

Hence I exude a hard core, and play rough

Scorning scrutiny and shoving attention off

Rumour has it

That I stand on the losing end

Not conscious of the glee, having one more than a friend

Acting like a cornered cat

Unsheathing my claws and cutting any who dares flat

Rumour has it

That If I open just a crack

There be a meeting and a spark

Of two hearts fusing as one

With no intended pun

Rumour has it

If I don’t tow the path

Laid by ideals, I’ll incur nature’s wrath

Becoming the source of many-a-laugh

Whilst bemoaning my fate…Oh what a life

Rumour has it

I’d be a lonely old, gray maiden

Triggered by being so brazen

Surrounding myself with tarot cards

Forseeing a future, too late and in shards