Poetry diary: 06-11-2015 Red lips 2

Red lips 2

Broken heart and a torn soul
Wanting to change
Think I can arrange
Looking like I’m in control

So fear me, my loss
And the color that drips
Of my painted lips
Till I again break down because

red lips, blonde hair
Can you even notice me
From over there?

Red lips, pale face
Can you even walk too me
Drag me out of this place

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