I will paint my face like a warrior
I will paint it on and include the brilliance of an armor smile sharp with charm
Guard my eyes with apathy
Line my lids with courage
And brush my cheeks with dignity
I will be fierce
And ferocious
And fine
I will hide the bags under my eyes and quell the rivulets of tears on my cheeks
My porcelain skin will be flawless
It will not crack
It will not expose the raw and bleeding wound beneath
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PoetryMore crappy poetry inspired by heartbreak and other such things
