And she was beautiful when you met her.
There was sunshine on her face.
The was a guilt-free happiness.
Then, you came.
Smudged her lip tint.
You paused for awhile.
Wandered at her bare face.
Saw her past through her scars with complete indifference.
You were disappointed.
And you judged her,
For the nth time, she was ruined.
Her mascara went all over her face.
Pink blush turned beet red.
Washed off by the tears you caused her.
And she’s back at one.
Hiding the pain.
Hoping that someday she’ll meet somebody who’ll ruin her make up of too much happiness.
Not by tears.