I tend to shy away from makeup
I rarely pick up spray or brush
My heart is in flesh beating
and will one day turn to dust
I don't want to put forth creme facade
so you grimace when it rains
the trails of salt from filmy tears
are all that streak my face
If foreign objects draw you
jeweled tones upon the eyes
I do not fault your fancy tastes
or call concealer lies
But love is not burst into fire
by the curving of a kohl stick
And cheeks that redden with a kiss
are all that I would wish
to feed the flame upon the wick
that brightens and brings higher
two souls too bright to miss
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
I tend to shy away from makeup
I rarely pick up spray or brush
My heart is in flesh beating
and will one day turn to dust
I don't want to put forth creme facade
so you grimace when it rains
the trails of salt from filmy tears
are all that streak my face
If foreign objects draw you
jeweled tones upon the eyes
I do not fault your fancy tastes
or call concealer lies
But love is not burst into fire
by the curving of a kohl stick
And cheeks that redden with a kiss
are all that I would wish
to feed the flame upon the wick
that brightens and brings higher
two souls too bright to miss
