Lipstick

My smile lies right there,

Where it has always been:

Painted on my lips.

But this time, the flavor it wears

Is a sour one.

It lost its sweetness the moment hope started to slowly die

It lies right there, numb,

Just like a cheap perfume

Over the fancy clothes of a diva.

The look in my eyes cooks the tears of a child

In the oven of pain from my soul

But the wind takes care just like every time

To dry them off, just before they are born.

I’d take a cube of sugar to rub it against my lips

To revive the sweet smile of the past

But you hold the jar of sweet cubes in your hands,

And your being is too far away.

Reviews

[tedefroberts]

I like this! Are you still om-line?

[Soul Fire]

wow. Stunning, I loved every moment of it

[Antonio Valentino]

this was pretty exceptional..

painting smiles over frowns, i like that

i was going to highlight some special parts but the whole thing was great

you wrote a fresh and meaningful piece here, thanks for letting us share in it

Antonio

[Rachel Jane]

thank you so much Antonio :)

[Antonio Valentino]

You are very welcome Rachel Jane it was my pleasure :)