I Am Your Chanteuse - Poem by Christina Sunrise
I will be your bad news,
For I will sing songs and be a chanteuse,
What, you can’t to be amused?
I will be like Christina and Cher,
I will drape my beautiful long hair,
Stare into your eyes and sing,
All the most adoring things
About romance, chivalry and love,
For I am now your white dove.
So precious and sweet, like your chocolate treat.
All pretty for you to enjoy,
Looking at me you see I’m not just a puppet
But your new precious toy.
Written November 26,2010
By Christina Sunrise
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