Stories

Painted Lines

Foundation,
It conceals reality
The bruises,
The bumps,
The marks left from the last one.
May he remain nameless.
Blush,
Buries the flushed face.
Makes you look alive when you are dying inside.
Defined Eyebrows,
To hide true faces.
We'd never want anyone to know what we're thinking right?
Eyeliner,
To narrow the windows to the soul.
Anyone who sees it,
Is stricken with a sudden sense of pain and sorrow.
Mascara,
Gives false boldness.
They are the shades for a hungover soul.
Lipstick,
To hide all the guys you've kissed.
To stop you from ever speaking.
Because,
You're too pretty to have had a past,
Let alone to speak such wise words.
When the day is done,
And this is all gone,
You fall to the floor,
Or stare in the mirror,
Just to confirm,
You are not the girl you were today,
That those were just painted lines,
And you were the canvas,
Only for a short time.....