Little Lip Tins

IMG_4573While an upscale lip balm can cost up to $30 a pop, our lipstick at the bottom of the tube has been going to waste.  I recently cleaned out 3 tubes and combined the colors into an antique lil pot that had been killing time in my accessory drawer. I love the combined color and unique feel of my personal lip pallet to keep in my purse.

A Very G’Night

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Stumbling through the back of this day

Our souls lids are growing weary

We shall rest in each other’s way

Your colorful kiss revives the dreary

Take my hand and take my time

I give it freely

I let loose to you all that is mine

What’s mine is yours, really

Stay. In our dreams we’ll have a holiday.

©2015

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 **Is it rude to take pictures of strangers kissing? I assumed they wouldn’t mind.

Folks who are kissing don’t care about what they’re missing and happy dears are kind. **

©2015

Desert Snow

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While roaming through the springs
I viewed a rare sight
Goes to show we don’t know things
to be fully black or white
But all love I will exert upon you before you go
And long after the desert turns white with snow
©2015

Pink Priscilla

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The liquor store had kept

Pink Priscilla as a pet

to draw folks to the store

She found them entertaining

Until they became draining

and the green box lady was a bore

As time went on

it was clear she was a pawn

Didn’t feel like entertaining anymore.

When they sensed in her restraint

They turned her into paint

So she’ll always be outside the delivery door.

©2014

Susan’s Lament

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He surrounds himself with glib distractions, traveling alone

Says he wants to build a life but cannot find a home

Can’t forgive the father that he wanted to admire

Now, any woman close to him will be burned by his fire.

Unaware of shallow lies

He meant not what he said

He seldom laughs and never cries

He walks amog the dead.

And though I feel the painful pinch

of what I feel I’ve lost

To pay the price to build a king

my spirit it would cost.

And now I’m back to loving who I was and who I am

After lending the part that once fed my heart

to the hand of a mere man.

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