Makeover, Do-over


Find red lipstick

The darkest you can find

The reddest, most prominent,

So that nothings left behind

Of lips bitten in agony

And the sad smile that never goes


Rouge.. And lots of it,

To bring color to pale cheeks,

And shimmer to drawn face

Face locked up for weeks,

It’s better than looking like a colorless wraith

To look like a blushing rose


Use the concealer liberally,

Beneath and around your eyes

So that the dark circles and tiny wrinkles

Don’t cause any surprise,

And the heavy application,

Becomes a mask.


Mascara and eyeliner

As thick as you possibly can

So no amount of silent tears,

Can cause your eyelashes to swirl and fan,

To hide your tear filled eyes,

Shall be their main task


Make your voice all husky

To hide the hoarseness that’s really there,

So you can deceive anyone

Who tries enough to care

That your voice has aged ten years

From screaming


And most important of all

Don’t forget your fake smile

Plaster it on your face till it aches

The plasticity to last only a little while

The smile along with your glazed expression

Will make them think you are dreaming


About saharsalman

Aspiring poet. Spectator of life. Words of Whim.
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2 Responses to Makeover, Do-over

  1. words4jp says:

    you have described my monday morning. beautifully written. truthfully written.

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