White Frosting here and there.
Putting flowers in her hair.
Color of red stain to decorate for this joyous day
Some powder here, a fix up there.
Now its ready for today.
Getting lowered into the ground,
you can not hear a sound,
but her little sister say.
"She's never looked prettier than today".
Society shouts hurrah another one died today, and the little one is corrupted.The End
I wrote this poem when I was angry.It might be a little bit confusing but basically the frosting is the foundation concealer whatever you want to call it to coverher face, and the red stain islipstick. Basically it's talking about how they're covering to face to make her look pretty. Her little sister is corrupted because she thinks that her sister having her face painted like a cake is pretty. Sometimes my minds thinks something's going to make sense to me but not other people anyway, if it makes sense to you congrats lol and thanksfor voting, commenting, or following.
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