LIP STAINED GLASSES HALF FULL WITH BLOOD RED WINE.
BLUE LIPSTICK ON YOUR CHEEKS FROM HER.
I KNEW YOU WOULD CHOOSE HER OVER ME.
STUCK IN THE MIDDLE. OF COURSE. SHE HAS A BETTER FIGURE. SHE HAS A BETTER SCENT.
BUT YOU KNOW SOMETHING YOU DON'T HAVE THAT YOU NEED?
ME
YOU ARE READING
EXPRESSIONS
PoetryI LIE IN DUST AND ASHES, my corpse withers next to you, my love ©2017 WREN #663, #503, #582, #475, #300, #294,#251, #210, #189, #158, #146, #234, #341, #405
