Our Facades – Quite an old piece by yours truly.
The Red of my lips
that still conceals
touch of your lies...

The Dark of my Kohl
that competes the Black
of your callous style...

The shiny polish of Paint
that hides the pain your love
engraved on my smile...

It has all come to naught...

Tears have rebelled,

broken the levee,

Began running free

Undid my put together face...

Left me naked in a crowded place.


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