Lustful company

Written in the evening

She dabs on a bit of lipstick 

To show that she's not sad 

Walking down the rain drenched concrete 

 Passers-by are almost fooled 

 Until they see her eyes 

Those two always betray her  

Red and framed with sparkling tears 

Can't be bothered to wipe them away 

Alone on a stool Head in hand 

The red has stained her glass 

With kisses she never meant to give 

Other patrons try to cheer her 

Offering to buy her rounds 

As if drinking such bitterness

Could make a person smile 

What had she expected to find in such a place as this? 

She'd hoped for company 

And encountered only lust

Reviews

[That Guy]

ARL... Like your poem, lonely soul... You made it seem like I was there watching this broken person... Nice visual to my head!!°
Thank you!