She stares at her reflection in the mirror,
a wicked smile with a smear of crimson lipstick.
No one knows
why she always smiles, just that
she is never happy.
She kisses, the man
resurrects,
to a parallel world full of
his past self and past memories and past regrets.
Mistakes are gone, fixed, set on the right course
by the future man. Everything seems too
perfect. She admires perfection, then secretly
loathes the imperfections in the present. Kiss...
Kiss... Kiss...
K I S S
thousands of meaningless kisses, until she meets
him.
She smears off her lipstick completely and puts on
a truthful smile, maybe a giggle, maybe a laugh.
Happiness doesn't need to be perfect because it lightens
the thumping heart and the convoluted mind,
without a care,
she flows away with her crimson lipstick.
hello everyone <3 It has been way too long but here is an update! This poem is inspired by a Japanese drama called Todome no Kiss.
What is your favorite show/drama?
