Went to bed with lipstick on
White pillow no more
When I wake in the morning, does it tell it, my score?
Anxious secrets spoken in my sleep
A closed door
Smears of stories, sleep talking
Marked
Drool and rouge
Tells it raw.
My eye liner
Pressed the cushion
What you see the next day
All my visions in my dreams
Black lines there I lay
Open door to the soul
The days makeup
Accidental display
Oh Ella baby
She gives it away
The marks say she loves him.
He is.
No worries for the rest of your day.