She dabs on a bit of lipstick
To show that she's not sad
Walking down the rain drenched concrete
Passers-by are almost fooled
Until they see her eyes
Those two always betray her
Red and framed with sparkling tears
Can't be bothered to wipe them away
Alone on a stool
Head in hand
The red has stained her glass
With kisses she never meant to give
Other patrons try to cheer her
Offering to buy her rounds
As if drinking such bitterness
Could make a person smile
What had she expected to find in such a place as this?
She'd hoped for company
And encountered only lust
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
She dabs on a bit of lipstick
To show that she's not sad
Walking down the rain drenched concrete
Passers-by are almost fooled
Until they see her eyes
Those two always betray her
Red and framed with sparkling tears
Can't be bothered to wipe them away
Alone on a stool
Head in hand
The red has stained her glass
With kisses she never meant to give
Other patrons try to cheer her
Offering to buy her rounds
As if drinking such bitterness
Could make a person smile
What had she expected to find in such a place as this?
She'd hoped for company
And encountered only lust
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