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you said to leave it to fate
don’t make a date
the time “who cares”
the meeting
well, who dares.
Ain’t it funny how
time knocks us down now
how New York
was a daunting force
to carry me like a running horse
to your steps
in the cab in Brooklyn
we giggled and cried and this losing win
you get in my head
for a second
you get in my bed
and I would reckon
God would be hated
we would be jaded.
Even Aphrodite agrees
and Apollo he decrees
that lovers like us
make great statues
cupid & psyche
writing the blues.
I did dance at The W
with a good-looking crew
smoking on the street
I thought I saw you
but my heart didn’t skip a beat
in Times Square
and fuck I thought
“Life is not fair.”
And another week rolls by
and more tears I will surely cry
for you know you’ll always be the one
I don’t play dumb.
Third time is never a charm
it’s bullshit, causing more harm
better to go see Andy Warhol alone
sit on the steps you call home
and feel your presence
in your absence.
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Sensational, seductive. Loove the depiction of live in dream city, New York:)
I ❤️NY
I have often thought how a brief brush against a passing person can leave such a hugely disproportional impact on one’s life. I put it down to being fortunate enough to cross paths with some remarkably special people and it would appear that you also have the gift. A very satisfying rendition with an elegantly coined closing – James Joyce would have used his term, “Greekly perfect” in a review. Nice work Chrissy.
Thank you so much. I don’t know what to say, I’m a bit tipsy at the monent so I am humbled and grateful that you read me and leave me the most incredible comments that I wish I could reblog, when really I don’t reblog at all! Love the comment! Also, I write like TS Eliot who wrote more for the masses than for someone in particular. My imagination is vast. My inebriation on words, intense. My muse, immense. Xo
Thanks Mike
-Christina
This is awesome, I feel my New York in every verse, every word.
Glad to hear that. New York should be felt. Thank you so much!
New York, yes, it is dramatic, sometimes. I felt you in it to… too strong
Cuz It’s in my Blood.
Blood…Is red, salty and hot
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Bravo!
Merci!!!
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