red lipstick, liability and lies

xvi, april. (i). cotton mouth with a heavy heart. © playlist poetry h.r. : #47

xvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3

[ prose/poetry ] i can't help but pull the earth around me / to make my bed

[ poetry/prose ] tell me, what do you wish for? ranks: #9 in poetry

"backseat driver, baby. i ain't letting go." his eyes were papercut in the limelight, but she wasn't about to let that gaze fade. she laughed, "then it's gonna be one hell of a drive."

i love the touch of gentle. i love the sound of it.

words etched onto the metal railings of the creaking ferris wheel

POETIC VERSE. i am mine; fully, irrevocably. © 2021, khadija faleel. #25 in poetry