In the acidic rain
Of her depression and pain
She felt of none worth
So her eyeliner dispersed......

As tis I said
Mi amour',

Thou doth not need eyeliner,
Thine eye's art already beautiful
Like the ocean shores....
Beautiful to me at least.......

Though tis I kneweth still she wanted eyeliner,
So I picked up a piece of earthly charcoal,
And drew back on the black lining!
That was just a plus,
To her already darkened **** pupil's.....


©By Brandon Nagley- Lonesome poet's poetry