isolating the thought of you. looking over your shoulder so that i can check you out, as you walk into the street light. i like the shadows, as they dance across your skin, your skin is the perfect gift wrap to a soul as luminous as yours. writing a secret on the palm of your hand. letting you try to roll it around, inspect it - dissect it. will you keep it forever or will you wash it off. leave it where it belongs, the past. beautiful lips full of words, laced with emotion. feel them in my atmosphere as you liquidate your senses. skeletons in your closet, dancing on top of the world. cutting all ties to beauty. without the happiness you cannot understand pain. and without pain you cannot truly grasp happiness. tears of passion, passion full of tears. sauntering into the wild. prints of flamboyant affairs rimmed with glitter. cocktails. drunk. spiralling actions and if dancing into you will make this song longer i will continue to spin and unspin. dressing for a lavish escape, one with a plot and lipstick. many tubes of lipsticks, writing your name on the mirror in a ruby shade. telling you my goodbyes in swift loopy writing, painting my lips with the same shade. kissing that mirror as if i am kissing your lips one last time. isolating myself from the world. isolating myself from you. not pretending anymore that you aren't something too me. painting pictures of you in my mind, all in a shade of lush ruby lipstick.
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