Spring

A poem I wrote a while back. Fun fact: my make-up DID smell funny...

I put on make-up today.

It had been a while

since I last wore some.

It smelled of alcohol.

Of alcohol and smoke,

tears and disappointment,

of fun, and laughter,

and jealousy

and betrayal.

My make-up felt like

weakness and

vulnerability,

and beauty

and vanity.

It burned like

recklessness

and rebelliousness,

freedom and

blatant sexuality,

It was heavy like

innocence and

disillusionment,

heartache

and infinity.

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

nice edits. i think i noticed some.

[The Twin Arenas]

oh yeah. ha. yep. s'good.