The quarrel with yesterday
and with the world, to survive Today….
Serves as a reason to me, why little by little
You try to belittle….
The red and black fade
that has latched on to you as unwanted slick….
You try your best With the help of the pink shade
On your Cupid’s Bow via lipstick….
Then there are these tears too
And you hide them well….
Beneath the long lasting Eye primer
And liquid eyeliner as well….
You try to slay the marks and struggles….
But the proof for it appears on the surface
For you look no less than a cherry blossom, all thanks to Rouge ripples….
With lavender kissed smile, you try to hide your fear and exhaustion
Of how you’d fair tomorrow’s dimension ….
But There’s this belief, that there you’d be
Strong and robust, to build a beautiful forsee….
Where you’d no longer…
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