Saturday, 19 April 2014

Chapped Lips

Chapped lips like hers,
They tasted like whiskey and tears,
Lemon and pain.
Chapped lips like hers,
Often smiled a luscious pink,
While speaking sunshine things
As they burned from the sun's persistent heat.
Chapped lips like hers,
Concealed by sticks and;
Stones could never break her bones.
But they nicked at them,
Leaving cuts and bruises the surface was adapt to hide.
Chapped lips like hers
Could only smile so much before the acid rain of her eyes burned away at them.
Those chapped lips and lipstick,
You didn't know,
Did you?