Lipstick Fantasy

On bated wings of illusion, and deceiving words of conclusion, the storms rage on within her and the rain streams down her face. Into her hands, a memory, of what she thought could never be, shell fondle it until its cold, and seek the warmth within. Hold her head up towards the sky, she screams at the heavens, a whispered sigh, wondering who'll she have to be, to be herself. Her love's not for the broken hearted, her endless story hasn't even started. She laughs so hard, she starts to cry, "Oh God," she screams,"please let me die!" She walks away in a bittered rage, the book is closed, she turns the page, jaded eyes that hate the soul, who made her what she is. Kissing the flames, she turns away, she drops down on her knees to pray, crawling to the edge, she looks below, she never knew how hard it was, to let go. Minutes crawl by, she starts to cry, "Oh God," she whispers, "I've already died..." she starts to burn and quiver inside, the storm still rages on... She whispers a smile to passers by, but never again will she catch their eye, she tells you which dream to meet her in, but she's never there.