Covering with make up,

hoping the tears would stop.

Let my hair blind my eyes,

hoping it would take the lies.

‘Won’t let the mascara blacken my heart.

Fill my face with powder, and hide pains,

pout my lips and put some red lipstick,

to cover my bleeding heart.

Will the powder cover the pain?

Will the gloss keep the lies?

This is driving me insane.

How will I move on?

Make up should make us beautiful,

but instead it made me feel alone.

Lip gloss, lip balm, lip stick: why do we have choices?

While in love, we only have one heart that barely chooses.