i can rhyme too
the styles come in threes
the kisses on my neck gone like the bitter breeze
the words you say don’t imply a thing
you are the bee with the venom sting
I am just a girl with a pocket of words
embrace your love in herds
Did you see my dreams last night?
Did you kiss me good morning in mid-air flight?
Caught a train to the viewing
sewed my heart with some syllables you were chewing
Rode your horse while you were away
burnt my poems in a binged out artistic way
Bottles of booze on the floor
of course on my knees like last night’s whore
I am never bored with the sky
with his eyes and his mystic lie
I am in love with the way words unfurl off my tongue
to trap you and leave you heart strung
Too easy for us to go down the…
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Christina Strigas 