Beauty Behind the Mascara

Beauty Behind the Mascara

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This is my First time writing on this website. I am a poet. I am 19 years old and I hope that by using this platform I can get my work recognised worldwide. Poetry Is my passion and I deeply love creating worlds and painting ideas as well as inflicting emotions into those who read my work. Please feel free to read it and vote it and if possible share it. Also please comment on my poem and tell me how it is and where I can improve on. I hope you enjoy the poem and thank You everyone. Beauty Behind the Mascara There she sit before the mirror on the wall she tells herself she is not the most beautiful of them all she looks at herself and the sour tears fall from her face love I see the real beauty that can't be compared without a trace Sadly she does not listen to me she puts on the blush and eyeliner to be an angel she wish to see more and more make up to cover the ugly soul applies more mascara to make her feel perfect On this wonderful night with the moon shining its light Having a splendid evening without a single fight I hear laughter of mockery and jealousy The clatter of heals out the halls I then see She sits there alone in the rain to hide her tears I sit next to her and tell her to let go of her fears she asks" why be with this ugly girl ?" My dear you do not see that beyond the Mascara you are as beautiful as a pearl Your beauty is something no make up could improve because perfection was Gods first move The beauty behind the Mascara is heavenly sweet As our lips lock I enjoy that taste which is a treat You need not put on shades of blush To look beautiful you need not rush For your angelic face is beautiful since the day you were born
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[BLURB] "Well, now I'm back and I'm gonna drag you to court, you piece of shite," she said before passing a humorless chortle. "Do that and you're doomed." He sniggered, his manevolent gaze hurling obscenities towards her. "Oh yeah? How?" She rose a perfect eyebrow, animosity etched on each lineament. "Let's just say, I have something of yours that'll destroy you." The telltale monstrosity perceptible in his evil kingdom of eyes set a havoc inside her adrenaline rushing body but she held her grounds strong. "And what's that?" And there he showed her something that choked the life out of her frail body as she lost her balance in dizziness. ****** Love is elusive but sometimes it knocks right at your door but you're too arrogant to pay it any heed or maybe too scared to acknowledge it. Either way, destiny always knows how to play its part well. You can ignore it but can never run away from it. It never lets you evade itself and follows you everywhere, like a shadow. Crooning and spreading its arms right open at you, enveloping you from every nook, cajoling you, brandishing your tattered soul, and enticing you to the point where you have to surrender and accept it. Where you have to hold on to it and let everything else go. Because sometimes all a ragged soul and a chasm heart need is a pint of love. The tale of two youngsters who kept finding their way towards each other no matter how hard they tried to ignore it. Life would always collide their paths. Always making up their minds to never see each other again to always bumping on each other, destiny already had something else in store for them. So what was it? A journey of loathing to love. A journey of holding on and letting go.

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