The concealer’s still fresh, I can sense.
Flawlessly, the warm tint covered me.
My lips and cheeks are rosy
Like when you first said you loved me.
All these shadows upon my eyes, smoking and bleak
I keep them closed, as I never want them open.
In darkness there is sorrow
In sorrow I found light.
My eyes- shut from many years ago
I want them open now.
Slowly, slowly, slowly
Mirror reflected such ineffable beauty.
I’m made-up.
Not because of you,
Not because of how I was to you.
I’m made up.
Darling, because I’ve made up my mind.