Mascara Tears.

A Poem by Bullet Soul

There is no beauty in perfection.

Her fingers dig, into my skin

Her face a mess, of mascara

She longs to be beautiful, a picture of perfection

With bright red lips, that charm every heart

This morning she spent, hours by the mirror

To please the one, who’d love her any way

She thinks I don’t see, the pain that she hides

Behind her deceiving, hazel eyes

But I’ve seen the wounds, that puncture her wrists

As she holds me close, to win my love

This girl is a stranger, with a painted fantasy

Of the girl she thinks, that she should be

I pull away, her clinging hands

And step away, from her side

Rejection’s tears, flood down her cheeks

As her cover starts to slip, and emotions start to show

Love swells through my heart, as she pulls off her mask

As I watch a black river, stream from her eyes

You are perfect, just the way you are

The girl I love, is beneath the surface, of her beauty

With eyes as bright, as morning’s sunrise

She plants her flowers, inside my heart

Wash off your mask, and change your clothes

For true beauty shines, from the heart that beats within

© 2009 Bullet Soul

Author's Note

Not my best, not my worst (hopefully not?!?)

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Zeitgeist Manifesto

Beautiful piece. You've tackled some deep issues in this one. I found it interesting how she used the motivation of impressing someone she loved as an excuse to put on a mask. I loved how this person could see through it all to the real her, and encourage her to be herself instead of getting caught up in vanity and enabling her. I also really like how you took a very sad moment and turned it into a smile on our faces. Only a great writer can use their vision to get the reader to see a situation in a different light.