She tosses her pretty head in the crowd
Every single pretty curl in place
Spent hours this morning, for crying out loud
Deciding which dress - satin or lace.
Oh, what to don, what to wear
What matches and what doesn’t
A thousand ways to do up her hair
Only look unkempt she mustn’t.
She casts her angelic smile
On the undeserving passer by
More than her perfume, her sense of style
They wonder where she gets her joy.
Flawless skin, mesmerizing eyes
The shades and hues of her make-up kit
Her perfection, however, belies her lies
They cannot know she cries herself to sleep.
2 comments:
Such a beautiful poem and no one has commented on it so far? This poem is very beautiful. I appreciate your talent.
Thanks for your encouragement, appreciate it.=) Sorry for the late reply - the contributors haven't been very active lately.
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