Lip-gloss in the summertime
Thick and sweet
Oozing onto your fingers through the top which is cracked
Roll-on like deodorant but dangerous like glue
Sticky and clear over your fingertips
The mess you rub down the front of your dress
Wringing your hands
Waiting for your mother
Trying to catch the imaginary breeze
Spinning in circles
Lovely and dizzy
Waiting for the lemonade
1 comments:
What a smiler. Love how you end it.
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