You're my jazz
You're my blues
You are all that I would choose.
You're my poison Ivy
My Jasmine rose
My Three a.m calls
What exists in the folds of ink on my notes
My lilac sky and my northern star
my sunset, my midnight blues
My medicine and my hurt
my blessing , my curse
My tide and waves
My sip of Chamomile tea, my rosé
My shot of whiskey, the acid to my alkaline
and all that I wish was mine.
Copyright © Lyna Mas | Year Posted 2019