Biography of Lipstick Casanova
Hey there, I am a wandering soul and somewhere along the lines, I found this place. I write poetry much, often to express myself and it's not normally for anyone else's eyes but mine. I'm just curious as to what other people think. You may call me whiney, and depressed - which I may very well be, but I'd like your thoughts and comments.
Lipstick Casanova Poems
A single tear is born From the corner of my eye, Conceived in my mind, and bred, To thoughts once known and gone.
So far away, yet so close, I can almost hear you breathing. With your hand curled in mine, I'd cuddle you forever.
In this place of heavy stars and Swollen moon hanging high above, Like a bird through the sky, you are thrust Deep into my head, and become everything.
I fell asleep yesterday and I woke up today in another world, One full of passionate hate, crimes of the wicked and the innocent. I closed my eyes this morning, dreamt of tomorrow's world, The perfect world, always tomorrow.
And We Will
With or without you, I will stay, Won't go far, from this hostage situation Involving you and my heart. One way or another we will fall apart,
Come closer, My Angel Press your body tight against mine, And grip that pillow close, baby, tonight. Let me hear your breath,
Alone I stood, with the darkness creeping, Easily dispersing the light to form stars. So many thoughts ticking through my mind, My heart lim-ps along like a bro-ken me-tro-nome,
This is killing me inside, It's eating me up alive. This darkness will consume me, You will be the death of me.
Alice In Wonderland
I often dream of this world, the stabs of color bright And vivacious as they are, they swirl and twist into shades Of black and white, forming splashes of gray at the corners. This world is my world, but where are you?
Hey there, it's been a long long time, Too long, but I've had much to do. I'm sorry I went awol, ran amuck, But the truth is, I was running blind
I've been thinking a lot about, This lump in my throat is choking, What are we doing again? Because I love you,
If words could say, But for some reason, I can't find them When you're near, Everything seems to find a way to kill me.
Who said your hands have to be bigger, stronger Why can't they be smaller, the same size. Who's to say your lips don't match mine, I say they're a perfect fit pressed against mine, they fit just fine
Every word that slips my lips, Is stated for your benefit. What if I tell you that what's hidden Beneath this smile is all a lie?
Twisted and churning, my blood will cease,
My spiked and brittle organ has slown it's pace,
(There's nothing but a dull throb)
Working like sap through my veins,
Then stopping at my arms.
My hands are numb and purple,
My lips a livid blue,
As dark as the blackened center of my eye
With slight red blush; deepening crimson mouth,