Your Story, My Way

MAKEUP

MAKEUP

You know the part where I wore it

Not the part where it wore off

The makeup that wasn’t mask

On my skin, it held

To hide my blemishes

Or enhance my features

Yet the tale of my kohl

Being washed by tears

Or my lipstick

Being swept by the pillow

I cling

Is unseen

Will be untold

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