Petra Soliman - 130

Creating a new me,
With the memories I hold so dear.
I don't know if I should throw away the memories,
Or hold them still.

Sitting here among people,
Thoughts of future running through my head,
Where, how, who, why, when, or what,
I do not know,
Nor do I have the desire to know.

I am not broken,
I am not losing my grip,
Not yet.

Putting on this lipstick,
Feeling the softness of my lips,
You know you can't defeat this seducing beauty,