There was a time when this girl wore the lipstick. She cared not what other’s thought and wore it bright and loud… even if it was totally out of context, she wore it proud
Lipstick is a funny thing… although brilliant and alluring, you lose it throughout the day. A sip or a kiss… it always seems to wash away
As time goes by it loses its luster… and eventually the lipstick wears the girl. She feels obligated to reapply… muted in tone and in conservative supply
Worn as a mask to hide insecurities… the lipstick wears the girl. All that’s left are the blissful memories in her head… dancing wildly in solid shades of red.