Out of Reach
Lipstick stained, empty Jug
Her flock, her friends dispersed
This attitude, could not care less
A pretend she'd well rehearsed
Into the dark, blind advance
Unto a sticky end
Hemming seams of sleeplessness
Where true love ne'er crept, my friend
Copyright © Julie Cottingham | Year Posted 2009
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