coffeewhiskey

Today on marble floors
the decadent brush sounds
that sweep between make-up stores
ran throughout my mind
as powder filled the pores
and color slowly found
the right shade of previously
sallow cheeked girls

If decadence be bound
between two ears
like lovers in a crowd
you'll never find it here
a face is but the start
o' what a body can say
and your body, my darling
is aching to stay

so dont paint but a mask
or hollow out your eyes
dont hide what you'll last
ive seen it when you cry
theres a face like a fire
that burns when it blushes
there are smirks and grins
beautiful to most judges

and minds but a waste
if you throw it away
id say the same about your face
if you cover it today
-me