A poem.
She regarded her beautyFrom a distanceWith a wry humourLike a worn performerOf a…
I’m not one of those saints
Maybe the makeup and Maybelline and the ‘beauty’ they bringare just make believeand they’re there to distract usand make us dream to…
Beauty was the casethat they gave me.She wasn’t, but I hadalways been old news.
Her actions are likethose of a scoundrelyou and I couldnever hate.Love stands over her templelike a warlordwith no…