The flow in me

i can rhyme too

Christina Strigas

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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