“Kelly Clarkson”
Poem by Mia Elias
The love of my life is on a tip of a berg.
Send a mess of “judge me” flow down my breast.
He plants me in the depths of see and go
Tongues flip and flop in my mouth when they come.
Don’t fall in love with me I am not ours.
The soul I love drift me in harm the gale of the nigh.
I am a small bird drunk in the sky.
Fill me up with a gun to my heart.
My hair is dark but is not torn in men.
Love lie dead threw up in the sky you got me.
Right-back in the eye I climb the trouble.
I beat drums you are not the moon I know.
Break glass tore me in space drunk on cold rum.
Cold rum sweet drums that crow at the shock of cum.
Works of Mia 