Hour 3: Post 3: Burgundy Lips

Burgundy lips and rose petal hips

That’s what she liked to say about me

Oh what a lovely depiction of who I am

If only she knew my lips burned with rage to get their color

While my hips flew me into storm after storm

Of unapologetic lies and deceit

All while taking others prisoner of their charm

Oh how burgundy lips and roses petal hips sounds melancholy

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