I wake up and put on my mascara everyday
I tried so many mascaras but only one worked
It was on of a kind
but my mascara ran out
I cried and cried and then i hangout with my friends
that is when i discovered
one of my friends had the same mascara
turns out it isn't one of a kind
or maybe it is and its just moves from person to person
desperately trying to find the right one
while i sit here and cry
~ This isn't about mascara
YOU ARE READING
Hour glass
PoetryPoetry of pain and hardships, you're never alone even though it may feel like it but time always runs out
