She left a lip stick stain on the brim of the glass cup
So you would notice it when you woke up
So you could always remember her
And remember all your promised words
He left the the smell of his cologne
So the memory of him is lingering in your home
So you could remember the time that he loaned
And remember the care in his tone
YOU ARE READING
A little piece of me
PoetrySometimes I rhyme Sometimes I don't I almost always write But sometimes I won't It all depends on my mood All depends on my muse But right now, here's something from me to you
