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.
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