What if we had two faces?
One for night,
One for day.
One with curling red lips,
The other with
Smiling freckles.

What if we had two faces?
One for cold,
One for warmth.
One with a rosy red nose,
One toasted brown
From the sun.

What if we had two faces?
One for crying,
One for laughing.
One with damp, sea water
Streaks,
One with happy slitted eyes.

What if I had two faces?
One for people,
One for me.
One practised,
Taken apart until perfect,
And giggly,
And girly,
That wipes away.
One with heavy eyes,
And trying to be wise,
One with stinging cheeks,
Left by tears
From decisions no one
Should ever have to make.

What if we had two faces?

What if we had one?