• Victoria Christie


Updated: May 5

Freckles on your face

Constellations in your eyes Soft touch, thick hair I long to be there Fingers entwined Can we go back to Wu Tang on the radio Marlboro hanging out the window Looking at me and talking Your voice is my music The words are like fluid Kisses sweeter than wine I try to move on But you make it so hard To love anybody else Soulmate

Victoria Christie

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