Made up

I made another's face not mine

a mask of colour to hide behind

I painted lips of ruby red

to frame the lies that would be said

I rouged my cheeks to feign a blush

in skin so tired blood does not rush

eyelashes layered and stuck with glue

eyelids I gave a greenish hue

mascara, black, layered heavy as lace

no trace of truth on a made up face

◄ He's a Poet

We'd drink ►

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Harry O'Neill

Sat 18th Jul 2015 14:38



Oh..girls...stop it! (we don`t believe a word)

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Michelle

Sat 18th Jul 2015 12:34

Thanks Cynthia. Your suggestions do make sense. Thanks for the read and taking the time to comment. Much appreciated as always. Michelle

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 18th Jul 2015 11:44

Well done, much enjoyed. You are so right, just a mask, and most often ugly - just plain ugly - like grasshopper legs and arms - a stick insect on body-destroying stiletto knives.

Consider:

'mascara, black, layered like lace
no trace of truth in a made up face'.

It runs sharply to your conclusion, without the bumps in 'layered heavy as lace', and still says, I think, exactly what you want. It also pulls the 'ay' sound through the last two lines unimpeded, like punches to your final point. Just a thought.

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