Stumbled in home last night.
My toes burning with pain
The lipstick stain painted over my laughing lips and saying
Nothing can get close to this.
Falling up the stairs last night
Or was it early in the morning
The moon was out and so was I until twenty minutes before
All selfies and smiling sin.
Wiping my eyes and face last night
The colour runs off on the pads.
I look in elated sadness and know that I'm happy that
I can remember the joy.
Waking up in bed this morning
Confused and exhausted
The only memories remain with me in the form of
Liptick bruise and chipped nails.
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Alive - Original Poetry
PoetryThis is a book of original poetry, written by me. I do not allow any one to repost my work anywhere, so if you see any stolen work on other websites or anything, please tell me and I will sort it. Thank you. This is poetry that is written by a perso...
