Your Lipstick s On My Shirt

A cycle of poems «Your Lipstick's on My Shirt»

The room is dim, the music low
A memory lingers, a soft afterglow
Your laughter echoes, a sweet refrain
But you're gone now, leaving me in the rain

Your lipstick's on my shirt, a crimson stain
A mark of passion, a whisper of pain
A reminder of moments, stolen and sweet
A bittersweet echo, of hurried retreat

The scent of your perfume, still clings to my skin
A phantom touch, where your hand has been
I trace the outline, a vibrant red hue
A silent confession, of what we went through

Your lipstick's on my shirt, a crimson stain
A mark of passion, a whisper of pain
A reminder of moments, stolen and sweet
A bittersweet echo, of hurried retreat

Is it a promise, or just a goodbye?
A fleeting encounter, beneath a starlit sky
I hold the fabric, a fragile thread
Wishing for answers, words unsaid

Your lipstick's on my shirt, a crimson stain
A mark of passion, a whisper of pain
A reminder of moments, stolen and sweet
A bittersweet echo, of hurried retreat

Your lipstick's on my shirt, a fading trace
A love story written, on this familiar space
A reminder of you, in every shade of red
Until our paths cross, and the story's instead.