The morning was somber,
Lonely,
Methodically, she pretended
And prepared.
Carefully applying war paint
For a war she'd rather
Not fight.
Sleepy eyes lined,
Red screaming dots covered;
Muffled.
Hair arranged quickly
In a semi-pleasing placement.
Lips livened with
A bright sheen,
Music pouring into ears,
And then she's off.
The halls whine
With impatience,
And ring with the silence
Of inadequacy
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
The morning was somber,
Lonely,
Methodically, she pretended
And prepared.
Carefully applying war paint
For a war she'd rather
Not fight.
Sleepy eyes lined,
Red screaming dots covered;
Muffled.
Hair arranged quickly
In a semi-pleasing placement.
Lips livened with
A bright sheen,
Music pouring into ears,
And then she's off.
The halls whine
With impatience,
And ring with the silence
Of inadequacy
