This being the month of love…
These lips no longer belong to you,
especially not in this photo.
So put down your brown and shooing hand,
trying to get me up.
Behind the camera you direct me,
but my nose is in her shoulder.
I hide, second from the left, is where I’ll now remain.
Immortalised, they laugh with you,
as you click and snap.
But smiling lips, that curl to God, pink and slightly full,
are mine, all mine and mine alone, free to smile again.
Selfish I may call myself, but they belong to me.
These lips that I once gave so freely,
I’ll now keep to myself.
Look into the eyes of the one you love
as he looks away.
Grab him, hold onto him
as he turns away.
Say goodbye, for now, forever
as he walks away.
You loved him, you left,
makes no difference anyway.
Look back, think back,
as it fades away.
<p>Author <a href=”https://plus.google.com/102128103971030481396” target=”blank” rel=”author”>Jerome Cornelius</a></p>