If life is so beautiful, she showed herself to me covered in make-up|
The play she portrayed brought cheers to the theater and a tear to her face|
The mascara watered down and brought out the natural glow in her eyes|
The stage now wet from emotions once struggling to appear|
Placed caution to her every step brought forth from that moment on|
The curtains rolled and she strolled back to wipe the mask from her face|
The water washed her stains away|
Revealing the hidden grace|
And yet she stepped outside from outside that theater|
Expecting fans with pens pushing forth for an autograph|
Not one fan appeared|
They all strolled along|
Without taking notice of the bare face|
Looking for attention|
Another tear fell|
This time without a smudge of make-up sliding along|
She felt her skin colder than ever|
She felt the tears|
She felt the smog|
Now without make-up to mask her face|
She wallowed without notice|
As her admirers forgot the face behind the mask|
The beautiful imperfections a mask can hide|
Can never duplicate the emotions expressed|
And feelings exposed with a cold tear running bare|
Without colors to hold in the black and white|
The play she portrayed brought cheers to the theater and a tear to her face|
The mascara watered down and brought out the natural glow in her eyes|
The stage now wet from emotions once struggling to appear|
Placed caution to her every step brought forth from that moment on|
The curtains rolled and she strolled back to wipe the mask from her face|
The water washed her stains away|
Revealing the hidden grace|
And yet she stepped outside from outside that theater|
Expecting fans with pens pushing forth for an autograph|
Not one fan appeared|
They all strolled along|
Without taking notice of the bare face|
Looking for attention|
Another tear fell|
This time without a smudge of make-up sliding along|
She felt her skin colder than ever|
She felt the tears|
She felt the smog|
Now without make-up to mask her face|
She wallowed without notice|
As her admirers forgot the face behind the mask|
The beautiful imperfections a mask can hide|
Can never duplicate the emotions expressed|
And feelings exposed with a cold tear running bare|
Without colors to hold in the black and white|
I love this line from your poem. "The water washed her stains away, displaying the hidden grace"
ReplyDeleteYou found the perfect pic to go with it.
very articulate :)
ReplyDeleteYour post throws into sharp relief the artificial world that stars inhabit. Unless there is botox and make up, audiences take no notice. They are only interested in outward appearances and not inner beauty.
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