holes and freckles
are covered with shiny drizzles
lines of age
you've concealed
to let his windows open
tons of lipsticks
with uncountable shades
to let him kiss you
until it fades
you lose
someone won
over him
put them to trash
wash the covers away.
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
