Your lipstick stains like cheap wine
Words laced with faux affection
Empty bottles depict our vows
“’til tonight do us part”

the golden heavens will mark our allotted end
pictures of broken memories fill my gallery
like a rusted rose in a funeral parlour
Your face has been engraved in my memory

Your bedsheet that’s filled with regret
Has become an archetype of infidelity
A night filled with cheap champagne
A day filled with rue

When I opened your door
I knew you would never remember me
So, as a souvenir I gave you
My innocence