lipstick
By tristessa
and she put on my lipstick and pouted like a petulant childish martyr playing dress up with my syndromes and synapses shattered when i looked in her eyes and bridges burned as she tried on my soul but i couldnt feel her skin under mountains of lies and now she's all ugly just like me and she put on my diseases and smiled like a petulant childish martyr playing dress up with my sickness and my lips were quaking when we kissed the grey skies and my hands were shaking where she touched but i couldnt feel her skin under mountains of lies and now she's all pretty and i'm not and she walked to the precipice and laughed like a petulant childish martyr and she danced in my aged lunacies and my flame faded as she fell through horizons with ruby red lips the color of my tears and i couldnt hear her song for my own confessions and now i'm not pretty anymore Written March 15th, 2002 © on Mar 16 2002 04:16 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"and she put on my lipstick and pouted..."