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
