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The flow in me
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 wrong one way street
never know the signs to retreat
Listen to no one
hear the music coming from the sun.
You want to continue this charade
or dance naked to the lost parade.
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love, love, love
thank you, thank you, thank you
Ditto that <3
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Venomous…and greatly enjoyed! 🙂
thank you Joseph – ) so glad.
Reblogged this on Christina Strigas and commented:
i can rhyme too
Your sting can be so poetically sweet. Your venom must taste like honey. Great writing. That is why you will always be one of my favorite reads.
THANK YOU Andrew, that is brilliant xx I’m humbled.
lol