I write with my eyes closed
the light barely visible
dark shadows over the words
I cannot understand what the shape of my hand
is doing all over your toxic words and pages of angst
I search for the perfect adjective
but it never amounts to anything
grudgingly look the other way
avoid my gazes
and gawking eyes
crowds surround us in the streets of New York
but I only see your round eyes
that make me squirm
that tie me up in knots
those sky colored eyes that read my future
know my past
and want my present in the palm of his hand.
I toss my high heels for running shoes
and that’s when you notice the shape of my calves
in ponytails and sweats
you are a strange man.
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Oh no! Nothing strange about Ponytails and Sweats. Women are so absolutely gorgeous when they are just being themselves.
This is amazing as always, Christina! I love it! ❤
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Oh Eric, your love of women makes us women love you more 🙂 thank you always and blessings x
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🙂 ♡
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So beautiful my Tigress. Idk why I had to follow you again- wp is fking with me-just know I will always be following you and I don’t need a button for that 😘
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so glad you follow me! that was too funny when i saw you just followed me I was like wtf? lol
you press all the right buttons for me 🙂
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Haha! Yes that’d be my reaction too.
Grrr- me too Tigressxxx
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I’d follow you always my dg💕
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That is the best compliment tigress- looking forward xxx
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hugs gorgeous xx
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Natural beauty is so magnificent like you Chrissy and your stunning poems …love and hugs , megxxx
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luv and hugs right back at ya xxx
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