06-01-2016, 08:49 AM
edit 1:
lipstick
shades of red colors beauty “it’s not for you it’s for me” smudges left on the rim of a cup the color of blushing blood and fruit her lips enthralling her lips
Red blood red rosebud red smeared across her lips red scrubbed in red red red stunning red coating her lips in a kiss between
color and colorless
colorlessness
red like a ribbon to make her look like she’s dressed even when
she’s
not
her mouth fraught with red hot
She’s red but not a siren red it’s a
fire red, the kind that you touch and jump back jack with black on your fingertipsburning red, turning red
flames oh so lovely you’d love to immerse yourself she says “Do you hear yourself?”
a blushing red is a nothing red she wears a bluffing red not a loving red, stunningred shovingred crushing red, red red Ms.red (please,
don’t touch
the art)
“Beauty—
it’s not for you, it’s for me.” smudges left on the rim of a cup her lips enthralling her lips the color of blushing blood and fruit it’s not for you it’s not
a siren-on-the-rocks-lures-in sailors red or a loving red merely a fire misread
her words useless mouth
fruitless do you hear yourself do you hear yourself do you
hear the
sound “please—don’t touch
the art”
nonetheless
her lips are a kiss between cherry strawberry
raspberry and
the fruitless.
original:
lipstick
(shades of red colors beauty “it’s not for you it’s for me” smudges left on the rim of a cup the color of blushing blood and fruit her lips enthralling her lips)
Red blood red rosebud red smeared across her lips red scrubbed in red red red stunning red coating her lips in a kiss between color and colorless colorlessness red like a ribbon to make her look like she’s dressed even when she’s not her mouth fraught with red hot
She’s red but not a siren red, it’s a fire red, the kind that you touch and jump back jack with black on your fingertipsburning red turning red flames oh so lovely you’d love to immerse yourself she asks “Do you hear yourself?” a blushing red is a nothing red she wears a bluffing red not a loving red, stunningred shovingred crushing red, red red Ms.red (please,
don’t touch the art) “Beauty—
it’s not for you, it’s for me.” smudges left on the rim of a cup her lips enthralling her lips the color of blushing blood and fruit it’s not for you it’s not asirenontherockslurein sailors red or a loving red merely a fire misread her words useless mouth fruitless in regard to success do you hear yourself do you hear yourself do you hear the sound “please—don’t touch the art” nonetheless her lips are a kiss between cherry strawberry raspberry and the fruitless
lipstick
shades of red colors beauty “it’s not for you it’s for me” smudges left on the rim of a cup the color of blushing blood and fruit her lips enthralling her lips
Red blood red rosebud red smeared across her lips red scrubbed in red red red stunning red coating her lips in a kiss between
color and colorless
colorlessness
red like a ribbon to make her look like she’s dressed even when
she’s
not
her mouth fraught with red hot
She’s red but not a siren red it’s a
fire red, the kind that you touch and jump back jack with black on your fingertipsburning red, turning red
flames oh so lovely you’d love to immerse yourself she says “Do you hear yourself?”
a blushing red is a nothing red she wears a bluffing red not a loving red, stunningred shovingred crushing red, red red Ms.red (please,
don’t touch
the art)
“Beauty—
it’s not for you, it’s for me.” smudges left on the rim of a cup her lips enthralling her lips the color of blushing blood and fruit it’s not for you it’s not
a siren-on-the-rocks-lures-in sailors red or a loving red merely a fire misread
her words useless mouth
fruitless do you hear yourself do you hear yourself do you
hear the
sound “please—don’t touch
the art”
nonetheless
her lips are a kiss between cherry strawberry
raspberry and
the fruitless.
original:
lipstick
(shades of red colors beauty “it’s not for you it’s for me” smudges left on the rim of a cup the color of blushing blood and fruit her lips enthralling her lips)
Red blood red rosebud red smeared across her lips red scrubbed in red red red stunning red coating her lips in a kiss between color and colorless colorlessness red like a ribbon to make her look like she’s dressed even when she’s not her mouth fraught with red hot
She’s red but not a siren red, it’s a fire red, the kind that you touch and jump back jack with black on your fingertipsburning red turning red flames oh so lovely you’d love to immerse yourself she asks “Do you hear yourself?” a blushing red is a nothing red she wears a bluffing red not a loving red, stunningred shovingred crushing red, red red Ms.red (please,
don’t touch the art) “Beauty—
it’s not for you, it’s for me.” smudges left on the rim of a cup her lips enthralling her lips the color of blushing blood and fruit it’s not for you it’s not asirenontherockslurein sailors red or a loving red merely a fire misread her words useless mouth fruitless in regard to success do you hear yourself do you hear yourself do you hear the sound “please—don’t touch the art” nonetheless her lips are a kiss between cherry strawberry raspberry and the fruitless