Tears are wet and they smear my make-up
Disintegrating an oil painting…not real, just faked-up
My, oh my, how I caked up
Mascara is running, eye-liner is smeared
Each shade of eye pallet washed in tears
Somehow, salt has shown my years
Why do we pretend? Why do we hide?
There isn’t anyone we can really confide?
No help and no change, no ‘Off in a rage!’
It’s the beginning of acceptance
Unhappy we’re not in charge
Changes can get awfully large
Until we are ready to take bull by the horn
And take chances again as to why we were born
We wait in the slowness of scorns so forlorn
Wondering how we could change what we did
We decide that we can’t, and live life like a kid
It is our own gamble, our destiny, & bid
For if we have no choice, we’d better have a voice
If we cry for what we’ve had, then that is very sad
All we can do is start a new plan of construction
And hope that this time, doesn’t end in destruction
For each time we repeat same mistakes
We end up alone again in heartache
And what good is all this vanity?
When we constantly challenge our own sanity?
Let’s face it, we just try to make it work and build
And put on our make-up as part of our guild

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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