She had the classic lips. The kind you didn’t see much of anymore. She didn’t believe in keeping others secrets. Not even her own. That was too heavy. That would be stained of crimson.
Her lips were fresh and bold. They accentuated her pout; that was vulnerability. Bringing out her pearly whites; that showed hope.
Her lips were stained with the color of her soul. With her heart of a child, they would always remain true.
Her lips were candy apple red.