From My Red Lips

Spring 2020

Sometimes

I can feel you in my movements

Like fingertips on my face

Or a soft hand on my hip

I can feel your eyes on me

Like the warmth you get from an open fire

It’s like you’re sitting front row

Before my brown eyes

You didn’t want to be loved

And you kept telling me, but I wouldn’t listen

You’d say you weren’t a nice guy

But then, I’d look up

And you had that look in your blue eyes

So we’d just end up kissing

Our love was like soft acoustic guitar

With the mic up close so you could

Hear the vibrados and palm mutes

Firm fingertips

Like a phone pressed up to your face

So you can hear the exhales

From my red lips

The amount of affection I showered on you

Made you drown

It was like you were overnight famous

And the spotlight burned you down

You ran from my paparazzi love

The rejection stung

And I bled all over the street

You annihilated me

Sometimes

I can feel you in my movements

Like fingertips on my face

Or a soft hand on my hip

I can feel your eyes on me

Like the warmth you get from an open fire

It’s like you’re sitting front row

Before my brown eyes

Our love was like soft acoustic guitar

With the mic up close so you could

Hear the vibrados and palm mutes

Firm fingertips

Like a phone pressed up to your face

So you can hear the exhales

From my red lips

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[AmandaRios]

With the mic up close so you could
Hear the vibrados and palm mutes

Love these two lines. Overall, a great piece.