That thing on your face isn’t real
It’s a joke
It’s a plaster of what you think is real
You think it makes you look beautiful
You think it defines who you are
You can’t get enough of it
Like heroine in a needle to the arm
Maybe you should wipe that plastered mask away
Maybe you should look into the mirror
See who you really are
See what you are
Cleanse your face
See the beautiful clean smooth skin
The bumps on your face add texture
Feels like ecstasy to the touch
The sunspots on your face are ****
Your beauty stimulates my eyes upon your naked face
Makes me want to gently kiss you
Makes me want to glide my fingertips across your skin
All over your face and feel you
With my bare lips
Leaving an impression
And
Hopefully you won’t break like fine glass