We all wear them, but why?
Daydreams of lips roam unapologetically around idle time.
From Robert Lee Brewer's blog, Poetic Asides, "For today’s prompt, write a follow _____ poem."
Seated on the beach, eyes out to the sea
You with your lies, unkind, words, fists of furry and backward elation.
On a cold winter night, an old man sat under a park tree.
Your face weighs down my memories