I'll apply the blush
While you paint the eyeliner,
We'll make-up our face
After the mascara runs!
Nobody can see the tears
Flooding our cheeks. Nobody
Will know our truth
But us...
And Maybelline.
Creating a new face
exhausts, it conceals.
I don't recall seeing
Your familiar face
What I long for
Some semblance of
Familiarity. So...
When the makeup runs
We reapply,
We keep the mask
We live the lie.
Until we face the real
And give up on dreams,
We make up.
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Higher Education
PoésieThere comes a point in every person's life where they must move on. I'm trying...by God I'm trying. And this is how I try. By moving on and moving out...to higher education. This is my third collection of poetry, each piece written when my mind and...
