While 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.
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.
**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. **
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.
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.