Some may say I need it.
Others may say I do not.
I think I only need a little.
There's a problem though.
What's the point?
The tears wash it away.
They always do.
Then I look terrible.
Then people worry.
Then I have to explain.
Which I can't do.
Not when you are so pissed,
That logic doesn't make sense.
Or so sad,
That common sense is long gone.
Your world comes crashing down.
It traps you.
You cannot get out.
That is not an option.
You let your tears fall.
Pent up anger.
Strong sadness.
It all comes at once.
You can't stop it.
That is not an option.
It gets washed away by tears.
So what's the point of makeup?
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Love Letters Never Sent
PoetryA Collection of love letters/poem thingies that I have created. I just get bored sometimes so I create things from the heart. I hope you like these, I worked hard on them. It's harder than you would think. Thanks for reading.
