The Ghosts of my past.

March 20th, 2010-Lipstick Letter

Bad for the better;

And a lipstick letter;

Are waiting for you on the chair.

Three words are on the tip of your tongue;

And I’m trying not to stare.

Ribbons and bows,

But nobody knows;

The way you keep smiling at me.

And the things that I can never say;

Knowing we can never be.

Endless collision;

Pointless division.

Makes a rain cloud of blue skies.

A fairy tale of brass and stone.

And our continuous useless tries.