Her lips were rose pink…
from the smoke of love she was breathing in…..
the kind of love which is like the dew on the grass….
transparent, complimenting ,glowing, glued…….
meant to be there…
The dew disappears as the sun comes out..
It DIES! So did the smoke of LOVE!
Her lips are black now…
black of smoke she now inhales…
smoke of lies, hate, betrayal and loneliness…
It's bitter…..
Even if the dew came again,
it would vanish in the sun
There’s no hope of the lips turning rose pink again..
They will forever be black…
