
smeared all over
barely alive
and just might be,
broken.
red blood lipstick

rouge, all dolled up
ticktockticktock tick
we won't live forever
will we? your usual logic
tell me what do you see
through streaming stained tears
through high-heels pinned eyes
inevitable and too late, my dear
my lips. your tears. my. your. no more.
rouge, all dolled up
too late, love, too late
[wrds: jul 3rd 2006]

*Time is Chantal Kreviazuk's
**For those whom I recently said farewell to, especially Surils who questioned all together with me.


*Once again I'm putting Robot here; only now, with the help of a much better image. Thanks to Shan Michael Evan who managed to visualize my idea.
*For anyone who's standing (or hesitating) at the gate of growing up, growing apart, or goodbyes.
cheers for the un*pop*ables
*Flowers is New Radicals'

