Secondhand Love

Your smile
Yellowed from use
Dims in my direction, direction

Your mascara
Runs like riverbeds
From blackless, blackless eyes

And your hair
That shelters as one
Is nothing more
Than secondhand love
Secondhand love

Your fingers
Once innocent
Smell like cheap, cheap cologne
Fast and free
Like you
Like me

Your dress
Pink flowered
Now speckled, speckled red
And it's ripped and torn
Like you were
Like you were

And your hair
That shelters as one
Is nothing more
Than secondhand love
Secondhand love
Secondhand love



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Barrionuevo
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