i was nervous,
i felt butterflies in my stomach
i wore a form fitted sexy dress,
my hair was curled
and lashes were painted with mascara
my lips were red,
and cheeks were filled with blush
my french tips nails
and
my soft skin
i was ready to see this handsome man tonight
you held my hand when you were driving,
missed every light because you kept looking at me,
your eyes would never leave my sight
flowers in the backseat,
handed to me with a card,
telling me how beautiful i was,
and how i was an angel
we kissed,
and the kisses lead to something magical
my red lipstick smudged his lips
a night i will never forget
love isn't suppose to hurt,
i was just asking the wrong men
red lipstick
it gets you somewhere
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secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poetryi have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
