Lost

A bonus poem, mostly because I like triolets and I’m kind of on a roll. ^_^

Lipstick tube antique

Lost

The crimson lipstick that you wore
You know, you left a tube behind
It waits for you inside the drawer
The crimson lipstick that you wore
Some of that soap that you adore
A shirt with your perfume entwined
The crimson lipstick that you wore
You know, you left a tube behind

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