Niall Horan Imagines

Red Lip Stain

I've met too many.

But they ran away.

Because they turn feeble,

At what I have to say.

But I met a girl name Roxy,

Thinking she wouldn't stay,

But she really surprised me,

Knowing her life was at stake.

I told her how I felt,

And all she did was smile.

And I remember that time,

I showed her my scars.

All she did was kiss them,

Leaving a red lip mark.

I told her she was incredible.

She said there were better she knew,

And when I asked her who,

All she said was, "You."

For once in long years,

I finally felt free,

Of someone very deep,

But right inside of me.

And a short sense of relief,

Because I had finally found her,

Making my heart no more toxic,

By a girl although simple,

By the name of Roxy,

I still remember that same day,

When she left it mine to keep,

Small but meaningful,

A red lip stain.