There are days when I wake up
on the wrong side of the bed
The foggy mornings
that dim the light of the sun...
blue days when the skies are gray
Those lonely dark nights
when the moon doesn’t shine
nor do stars twinkle to show me the way....
As the pouring rain soaks my soul
and hides my tears, pain and sadness....
When the broken pieces of my heart
crunch under my tired feet
as I watch on......helpless.
As I tear the threadbare fabric of trust,
rags that aren’t enough
to hide my shame....
into the trashcan of discarded, redundant, forgotten emotions;
I stand in front of the mirror
and try to fix the broken me, with
Some kohl for my dreamless, lifeless eyes,
some rogue on my pale cheeks
And for the lips that neither speak nor smile-
My brightest red lipstick 💄
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