Bitter Sweet
There she was
just a few feet away
Glossed lips
Powdered face
Faux lashes
Contoured cheeks
We locked eyes
then she looked away
cold and distant
Maybe she was
tempting me
to walk in her fire
She was sweet
like sugar
Sugar is what tempts us
pouring upon
our wildest fantasies
Sugar gives us cavities
rots our teeth
our soul
our world
It seems
vanity is
always in style...
Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2014
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