Marble Woman

Beautiful and whole

The Marble Woman stands erect

On a pedestal of gold

The morning sun her skin reflects

Creating a halo

Perfect in every detail

Save one flaw, unnoticeable to most

Tempting to all males

Someone’s possession no one can boast

She is not for sale

Off to the side

Another woman is on display

She hides

She is shrouded by the other’s shade

She cries

The China Doll

Heavily marred by time and overuse

Is cracked and small

But has survived the most violent abuse

And many falls

Mysterious and bold

He comes to look over the various presentations

The pedestal of gold

Does not escape his intense discrimination

His attention holds

But he leaves her

Choosing the broken and dirty China doll instead

Who is sure

That he must have gone crazy in the head

If it is she he prefers

Vow of Silence

Never can say anything right;
Two left feet in the social light;
Look out of place in fancy clothes;
Stumble in heels with pointed toes;
Don't fit in high society,
Due to lack of propriety.
So dress me down, to my status,
Because there is no amount of practice,
Too much time and effort to spend,
That will fix my graceless trends.
Pretty face that's out in space
Some might think that's a waste.
But I can't change who I am,
Not that anyone gives a damn.
I try and try to be what I am not,
Who I am is someone I forgot
I can't keep my tongue still;
If I don't, perhaps someone else will.
They take the voice of man's best friend
Will they, to me, the same service rend?
For if you leave my voice free,
Then you might be the one leaving me.
I’m just not a part of your world.
I wasn’t meant to be that kind of girl.
I can make you happy when we are alone,
But are you proud to bring me home?

Missunderstanding

To whomever replied to "Words of Wisdom," my previous post:

I was not directing that quote to anyone inparticular. I was directed to this quote by a friend, and thought it so good that all of my other friends, or at least the ones who read my blog, might benefit from those wise words.

words of wisdom

"Enemies can kill you, but only your friends can hurt you."

-anonomys

Can't sleep
Though my eyes are drooping
Can't eat
Though my stomach is growling
Can't think
Though my mind is spinning
Can't weep
Though my heart is bleeding
Too many memories flow through my viens
Of all the wrong I've done
Of those I've caused great pain.
And while my heart breaks this humid night
it also leaps for joy
Because I'm in love for the first time

Musicless

Be silent O voice of mine

Though I know you long to sing

Thy notes and cords fall harsh

Upon my lover’s ear

Be still my trembling lips

Let no sound usher from thee

No tune you have mastered

Will please the man I love

No lullaby my child tonight

For I will not offend thy sire

What melody I could proffer

Would be like an ass’ bray

Suicide

Suicide: to murder oneself

So many different

But my favorite would have to be

The murder of the mind

For if words are blood

Then the pen is the knife

And each new work

A deep slash on the wrist

I should be by all rights dead

But the mind has an endless reservoir

Even with infinite cuts

It will never bleed out completely

Broken Outlet

Writing be my only outlet

And yet even there I fail

My thoughts are so congested

I cannot find peace

Not even within these lines

Taunted by superiority

Left a broken woman

On the floor of the pit

Hot Spring

So many images
So many representations
So many sounds
So many scents
So many descriptors
Of you fill my mind
You are with me always
Bathing me in the warmth
Of our romance
I admit that I am snarly
I admit that I am not that physical
But when I am with you
It's like inferno meets tsunami
But instead of extinguishing
Create a hot spring
And it boils within me
That is what it is like when we are together
And we are always together

Love

Strung up by chains
Hanging from my feet
Gag in my mouth
You demand me to speak

I'll take your lashings
Bear all these scars
Until you get tired
Of lifting the whip

Blood runs in rivers
I long to tell my soul
Because that will somehow
Help me become whole

I'll take your lashings
Bear all these scars
Until you get tired
Of lifting the whip

You look confused
By now I should be screaming
But I just hang there
Ear to ear beaming

I am willing to wait
There is no rush
There will always be time
To say I love you so much

I'll take your lashings
Bear all these scars
Until you get tired
Of lifting the whip

And then just maybe
You'll unlock my chains
Realize I won't run
And want to know my pain

Forever Darling

I will love you Forever, Darling
Darling, yes; Darling, no
But ne'er a Darling three
Amy's getting high
And Midge is tempting death
Jada's bleeding on the floor
Unable to clean her mess
Jada the wise, they say
Though they wouldn't if they knew
How her blood soaked the room
Amy is in fantasy,
seeing through rosy glasses
Midge drinks the blood of night
before she turns to ashes
And Jada, poor Jada,
Forgotten by her Darlings two
winks out her candle and has found
A peace that is Forever Darling true

Drowning

Can't get the concrete off my feet
Falling to where the fishes sleep
The whirlpool is pulling me in
Flailing about; I can barely swim
But even when offered a helping hand
I shrink from the slightest touch of man

La Source de Bonheur

I can’t stop smiling

Playful little smiles tug at the corners of my mouth

Grins from ear to ear threaten to break my face

Secret smiles that only a few see delight my heart

And I do have a secret

My smiles are not painted on

They come from a well that has appeared in me

A bottomless well of happiness

This new spring gushed forth and flooded me

As if it had been blocked

Perhaps it was, for a time

Perhaps, like Mannon, I needed retribution

So I blocked off my happiness

Until such a time that justice was served

And now that it has, and with a little help

I have unlocked la source de mon bonheur

The warm healing waters of happiness

Have swept through me and course in my veins

The Night Mares Come

The Night Mares come

Bringing twisted dreams

On polished black hooves

The Night Mares come

To bring our fears to life

Fear rides sidesaddle

The Night Mares come

To destroy our confidence

The Knights straddle, full attack

The Night Mares come

The war has begun

And there are no Healers

The Night Mares come!

The Blonde Man

Here, in this tiny room, in this wide bed

I sleep, curled up in blankets

Huddled against the creeping cold

My body aches from shivering

My longs burn from the icy air

But hold, a gentle hand I feel

Brush my cheek and pulls the covers close

Strong arms envelope me and hold me tight

Against a soft, yet firm warm body

The same gentle hand strokes my hair

And I fall asleep

But my dreams are cold, and miserable

Tormented by a man I know yet don’t

A man I trust yet fear, a man who I loved

This man, in my dream, is ugly as sin

Greasy, blonde hair and a bulbous nose

Three chins and no neck

And arms that are too strong to escape

I awake, afraid to find him there

But find instead the gentle hand on my head

And a sweet voice cooing soothing words

I hug him closer to me and I fall asleep again

Will I have sweet dreams?

Some Nights

Some nights are lonely
Some nights are cold
Some nights I long for
Someone to hold
Some nights are happy
Some nights are warm
Some nights I sleep peacefully
Next to someone's special form

Choosing Love

A beautiful thing we call love

Is a gift sent from above

A thing so delicate and divine

In finding the right man, I’ll take my time

Don’t give love away so easily

Cause to not get it back hurts fearfully

To you my friend I give this advice

Pray to God to help you decide

He has the perfect match for you

But will you listen, what will you do?

Follow your heart; follow your head?

I say follow God instead

I have experienced almost all

And I’ve had my share of falls

I’ve needed help getting up again

And that help was from a heavenly friend

It can be hard to keep it real

I can’t express how I feel

But if anything take this advice

And make God the love of your life

He taught me to take my socks off before I go to sleep

He taught me to take my socks off before I go to sleep

He taught me how to watch a football game

He taught me how to sleep in the same bed as someone else

He taught me how to hold my alcohol

Ok, fine, that’s a lie, but he did up my tolerance level

He taught me many things.

But the most important one is about the socks

If you take your socks off before sleeping

And put them in the hamper right away

You can put a fresh pair on the next day

I’ve worn socks two, three days in a row

And they always made my step a little heavier

Why carry dirt around with you, when you don’t have to?

Granted he has not experienced the benefits

Of the lesson he unconsciously taught me

But

He taught me to take my socks off before I go to sleep

Mon Roi

Wrap me up in your arms
I'm safe here
No fears
No one can find me
When I'm in hiding
I'm safe here
No fears
Kiss my fevered forehead
Tuck me into my silk bed
I'm safe here
No fears
Give me your cooling touch
I know you love me so much
I'm safe here
No fears

Mon Roi!
Aide-moi!
I ask you on bended knee
Mon Dieu
C'est tout
I beg you hear my plea

Ivory Tower

So I’m stuck up in this ivory tower

Waiting for a summer shower

So my handsome prince will come to play

But I’ve waited for a hundred days

And no one comes, no matter how hard I pray

So I’m left spinning straw into gold

Alone forever with no one to hold

This is not the happy ending I was told

Or is it?

Perhaps the only tower here

Is one that is built by fear

I cut each stone and place it so

Blood for mortar, my refuge grows

There are no stairs or doors inside

It makes the perfect place to hide

If a hiding place I have made

Then why do I feel like I need saved?

Is it finally the time that I figure my way out?

If my time has come I still have a million doubts

But what to do? There are so many routes

So till it hits the ground let my hair grow long

At the end of that time, I should not feel wronged

And if I let it fall, someone may come along

And take it.

Perhaps the only tower here

Is one that is built by fear

I cut each stone and place it so

Blood for mortar, my refuge grows

There are no stairs or doors inside

It makes the perfect place to hide

Cloud Without Silver Lining

I sit up here on my cloud, on the people looking down

I watch in silence from above, live a life without love

Come to accept certain facts, that no one has got my back

I just watch

And I wait

And I play with the people below

If I am not careful the real me just might show

And I think a few have already seen, but I just see a dream

So they chase my little cloud, but you see I am too proud

Happy to fly solo, speeding around the sky I go

I fly

I flee

And I leave those who care in the dust

Because I fear I will never be able to trust

The Fallen Flowers

Flowers turn to greet the morning

Then suddenly without any warning

The storm comes and uproots them all

No more happy Morning Glories

The Sunflowers faired poorly

No more wild flowers standing tall

As I view the devastation

It is my contemplation

That something must have lived

I set out walking into the field

It looks as though nothing will heal

As if there is nothing left to give

But still I wander through the death

Some sights catch my breath

Until, a glimmer of hope I spy

A living flower, broken but not gone

Kept alive by Nature’s song

And watered now by the tears I cry

In some years the meadow will flourish

As long as we take time to nourish

The fallen flowers, they will live again

Hope

Hope is a mountain peek
Strong and tall
It can take any storm thrown its way
For it always catches the first rays of dawn

The Waterfall

Here I am walking through this forest

The wind whispers sweet words in my ear

The air is warm and heavy with scents

Lilac, mint, apple blossoms, and moss

I follow the sounds of birds and water

To a pool and waterfall; crisp, clear

My frock falls to the ground as I wade

The warm water froths at my knees

Underneath the cascade, my mind blanks

The roar drives away my concerns

And I am left with a heart free at last

Under the Maple Tree

I walked up to the shady hill

And look into the valley below

Saw the people living there

Protected by the mountains capped with snow

I watched them as they lived their lives

Blissfully innocent of the unknown

But I had left and seen the world

And could not return to my valley home

One day a man came to my hill

And saw the pain in my eyes

He pulled me close and rocked me

And I was content to cry

He held me till evening fell

And then he kissed my cheek

He laid me out beneath the tree

For my eternal sleep

You held me close as I cried

You've held me close as I've cried
Even if I didn't know the reason why
You knew my heart was breaking
And you'd do anything to stop the aching
So you held me close as I cried

Last sunset

Peace to all who pass this way,

For today may be your last

And with one sunset left to see

Hold to nothing from your past

And Watch the Sun Go Down

When the years have become but a moment

In a long forgotten childhood

I hope that as I rock in my porch swing

And watch the sun go down

A familiar sweet voice will say

I love you

While my eyes will have grown weary

Seeing just more than shapes and shadows

With my ears sometimes hearing dead voices

But not the living ones next to me

I will turn and smile at the voice

Whose eyes and ears are as failing as mine

And gently reply I love you too my darling

And you will take my hand

And watch the sun go down

Unknown Love

I sit in your lap, arms about you

Your hand at my waist the other comes across

To my face and guides it to your shoulder

Lingering there

The darkness hangs about us

It loiters in the corners

and draps the windows.

It hesitates at the door unwilling to leave

It shrouds the furniture in black sheets

giving the appearence of disuse

And it covers us in black silk gauze

Suddenly I open my eyes

blinded by the high summer sun

I have fallen frm my hammock

which sways in a gentle breeze

My hand goes to my face

expecting to find yours

Instead only tears

It was only a dream

The Ways of the Moon

With a wind so soft and chill

This night makes my heart stand still

It's like I've been frozen in time

Like all the world suddenly went blind

I see life passing me by

I tilt my head to the shimmering sky

"Oh lovely moon, why torment me so?"

She just laughs as she gazes below

Cold cruel fate, I must watch from outside

Until the moon changes the tide

But by then who knows how things will be

And my romance might have become history

A soft Wind

A soft wind is hard to track

One is forced to double back

Perceive the clues to find the trail

To the beginning of the gale

A soft wind was originally strong

Thought by now its vigor is gone

The clouds aren’t stirred by a breeze

They roll by with gentle ease

Blow by soft wind, greet the dawn

The last remnants of a storm gone

The Id

Easy is her breathing, now.

Her moist eyes and tangled mass of hair reveal that not an hour before,

She thrashed in her sheets, with moans and tears to make the hardest heart break.

Ack! She whimpered and knit her brow.

Peace child, sleep sweet and without fear

For these phantoms of the Id cannot harm you.

But tomorrow face the demons in the daylight.

A Chance in the Dark

Ho! Sweet knight! Who are you this night?

Where be the shining, gleaming figure of the day?

You have set him aside as the moon sets aside the sun,

And let your gilded cloak fall away.

A kiss

Ah, so beautiful, so gentle

Pale and radiant.

Long, graceful arms that caress so easily

Bathing me in a wash of fingers.

Oh! I ache to kiss the moon,

But alas, he is out of my mortal reach!

Rose Among Thorns

A rose among thorns

Stems and vines

Roots and leaves

Intertwine

Thorns protrude like vicious teeth

They nip my skin

They keep defend against intruders

Gingerly I push away the barbed brush

Ignore the red beads on my hands

Then there at the center

I find my treasure

A simple rose

Hidden in a dome of thorns

Soft petals, silky and smooth, caress my face

Beauty such as this should not be kept from the world

But for its own protection must hide

And show the thorns

To glimpse the rose, neigh to find

Is be whole again

A rose among thorns

Stems and vines

Roots and leaves

Intertwine

Connections

I describe our friendship as a mountain hike.

A class trip where a single strand of thread connects everyone

As we disperse, groups break off onto separate trails

We seem to follow the same path.

Threads around us snap off as the terrain becomes more laborious

I also notice we are no longer connected by a single thread,

Instead a string of many threads

The ground is rocky like a dried riverbed.

I stumble and fall; you remain to help me up

The string changes a second time, now to a satin chord, stronger but still easily broken.

We’ve come to boulders, stumbling blocks and the chord transforms to twine and becomes Shorter

Our friendship has strengthened, deepened

In our path to the mountain peek is a precipice

The twine multiplies and converts to a strong rope

Together we pull and work our way up,

Struggling as one

The line has reduced considerably

I can’t walk without brushing your shoulder

The mountain sharpens and I stand wondering

Will the rope change?

Will it break and I fall to my death?

I stand and look into your eyes and hold your hand

What awaits us at the top?

Do I really want to know?

Seaside Sleep

The sun sets out over then ocean

Crashing waves sing lullabies to me

And send me with motherly devotion

Off to sleep on the sand by the sea

The waves come, like a blanket cover

Touch my cheek as I dream merrily

Up above the stars seem to hover

They melt away all my anxieties

So here I stay till dawn warms the shore

Slow to wake from the sweetest of dreams

Without worries or sorrows anymore

Leave my beach, which is more than it seems

Vive La Verity!

How I long for a world devoid of lies

Free to speak as one pleased, without a fear

No deceit, no motive behind your eyes

I want to bring my mystical world here

It would be so simple if we spoke true

Doubt would not invade and cloud men’s judgment

And the world would become less cruel

Evils would starve, absent of rudiments

But even I fall short and speak falsehoods

I justify my words with “I know better”

But I’m not; I am trapped by them, like you

My lies are my ball, my cuffs; my fetter

But for miracles to come, I must start

And leave a trail of broken bleeding hearts

Falling Asleep

With a tender kiss he touched her cheek
His hand rested on her crown
Near her ear his lips sat poised to speak
Her breathing was the only sound
"Without you I would be all alone,
I have no one else to hold."
Her heart melted at his sincere tone
And she trembled as if cold
He pulled her close and whispered "Thank you."
Sighed as he laid down to sleep
She paused till his chest slowly fell and rose
Then silently began to weep

Le baiser de mort

Le baiser de mort est mon vrai ami.
Il me prend dans ses bras
et me endort en le berçant
Il essuie mes larmes et
me dit il m'aime

Sweet Potato

What I would do for a sweet potato

Orange flesh steaming hot

With some butter and brown sugar

Boy that would hit the spot!

Or perhaps some fresh cornbread

With some beans and cheese

But in all that is good and kind

No more cafeteria food please!

Separation by Six

Separation by six

That’s all it takes

Separation by six

No circle breaks

No matter how far away I move

No matter if we grow apart

I will always know you

You will always be in my heart

Separation by six

Love is early morning, filled with sweet scents and gentle sounds

It is that caress that is noticed but does not awaken

Love is listening, really listening, and not needing repeating

Love is not jealous, it knows the truth

It holds the heart of the one it loves with absolute tenderness

It is a hopeful as a new blade of grass

Love finds happiness in silence, and rejoices with laughter

Love lets go when the time is right

It does not suffocate or tie down or enslave or burden

Love is what I have searched for my entire life.

Campfire

The campfire is growing low

Red are the smoldering coals

I must keep attention

For it’s my intention

To not let the fire loose its glow

Some fires burn short with a passion

Other’s fuel is wisely rationed

Some like to give a show

Some have an intense glow

Some are alive, in their fashion

A fire that has been wrongly made

Will not last one part of a day

But flutters into dust

Lost what little trust

It had, and of course it starts to rain

Face in the Mirror

She looks into the mirror and a smiling face stares back

She turns the tap and hot water begins to flow

She takes off her shirt and it falls to the floor in a heap

The rising steam condenses on her skin

Droplets running down her chest are absorbed be her bra

She pulls her long brown hair back behind her head

She closes her eyes and splashes her face

Water runs down her arms and neck and drip into the sink

She reaches for the soap and sponge as she stares

The paint is running in colorful rivers down her cheeks

She scrubs away the false face she wore today

And after a rinse a sorrowful face stares back at her

Running Away

Counting the hours till I see you

But when we meet do you know what I do?

I run away, as far as I can

To the peeks of cold mountains

To harsh desert sands

I runaway so very far

I runaway…from where you are

Talk for a moment when passing by

A fleeting instant, a lock of the eyes

Oh do ya know how ya make me feel inside?

Only been friends, the best to be had

And to loose that friendship would make me so sad

So I runaway

Yeah, yeah I runaway, runaway

And when I can no longer run

You are there bright as the sun

I runaway, runaway can’t stop running

Nursery Rhymes

You’ve heard of Humpty and his wall

And how he cracked at the end of his fall

How the king’s horses and the king’s men

Couldn’t put Humpty together again?

Well you let me slip down to the ground

Like poor little Jack, I broke my crown

And shattered my heart on the way down

No human hands could fix my distress

Not even the King’s very best

But the King, being gentle and kind

Came to the scene, the scene of the crime

He bandaged my head, sores, wounds, and cuts

Showing his unyielding love

Physically living emotionally dead

He turned to me and tenderly said

“I’ll help you heal, but it will take time.”

He did what he said and now my heart shines

I praise the King who rules over me

And I will love Him for eternity

A Final Kiss

Across his bare chest, her hair

Spread out like a sparrow’s wing

One arm tucked against his side

The other wrapped around his stomach

Her legs entwined with his

His hand lay at the small of her back

The other rested on her elbow

He sighed and watched her sleeping face

The lips that had made love so willingly

Lay soft and slightly parted

The flickering beneath the eyelids

Meant she was dreaming

His eyes traced the curve of her cheek

The line of her neck

To the curve of her bosom

Which not but a few hours before

Had bloomed for his trembling hands

His breathing matched hers now

And as he watched, sadness stole his heart

It must end

He drew the sheet around her shoulders

It must end

Her eyes fluttered open, gazed up into his

A kiss so clean and pure left her lips

And she too knew it must end

I'm a Child in Love

I’m a child in Love

Playing dress up in mommy’s clothes

A world of E-Z Bake ovens

And make believe tea parties

Tripping in high heels too big for me

In this day and age, children grow up too fast

But a child is still a child

No matter how mature they have become

So let me stay a child a little longer

Someday these clothes will fit

But for now I wish to play pretend

But still play in the mud now and again

I’m not ready to grow up

Vampiric Love

So I’m in love

Nothing to do about that

But does he love me?

I return to him

To feed

So am I a vampire

Or the spawn of one?

Fickle Mistress

She walks into the room

And she captures your soul

She looks at you and smiles

Promising to make you whole

She leads you through a maze

She has your heart hypnotized

There are always rainbows and violets

You can’t see the tears in your eyes

Love is such a fickle mistress

She doesn’t care who you kiss

As long as she’s fulfilled

It might be your heart that she kills

And she will bring to life

All your fears when she pulls the knife

And cuts you down your throat

But you still can’t let her go

Ah if only I were In Love.

Le'ts Go Dance the Night Away

Let’s go dance the night away

Spin and stomp till break of day

You’ll hold me close tonight

Nothing’s wrong, and all is right

You’re smiling down at me as we turn the floor

Whipping around, listening to the score

The music’s moving in my blood, and my heart is filled with love

This happy dance will go on and on and on and on

You’re whispering sweet nothings in my ear

You say you’ll never leave me dear

My head is higher than the clouds, now the music’s getting loud

And this melody will go on and on and on and on

Let’s go dance the night away

Spin and stomp till break of day

You’ll hold me close tonight

Nothing’s wrong, and all is right

The lights are low, the night is young

We’re still busy havin fun

You pull me back into step, all thought of time, I forget

No worries, this night will go on and on and on and on

Let’s go dance the night away

Spin and stomp till break of day

You’ll hold me close tonight

Nothing’s wrong, and all is right

Just a Dream

It was late that night when you came

I was lying in your bed

But I was screamin’ a different name

I didn’t hear what you said

When you saw me in his embrace

I heard you turn and leave

And for just a second I saw your face

As you went off by yourself to grieve

I see the pain and the disgrace

I see you cryin’ in your sleep

I wipe your tears as you weep

You might think I’m bein’ mean

Wake up baby, is just a dream

I’ve been walkin around town

With all these other guys

And I come back to lay down

But I see the pain in your eyes

I’ve told you that there isn’t one

Who could take you from me

You are my earth and sun

But that isn’t what you see

I see you cryin’ in your sleep

I wipe your tears as you weep

You might think I’m bein’ mean

Wake up baby, is just a dream

To a Friend

My dear, dear Friend,

The words “thank you” are not enough,

For everything you have done

For me when times were hard and rough

You held me in your arms tighter

Than you ever held me before

Became my champion fighter

Lifting my face to kiss my tears

Away from my reddening checks

At the same time lifting your spear

You are ready to find my foe

Ready to slay all my demons

To deliver the final blow

When you had me pressed to your chest

You made all the pain go away

And let me have that special rest

I needed; used the time to heal

Whoever would have thought a knight

In shining armor was for real?

Little Flower

Little tiny flower in a little tiny pot

Are you not happy with life’s gracious lot?

Little Flower said to me in a voice most defiant

“If I had a bigger pot, I could be a giant!”

So I gave Little Flower what she craved the most

For I wanted her to succeed in her dreamy boast

She tried and tried and tried to grow but to no avail

Too sad an ending to Little Flower’s tale

So I said “What you need is not a bigger pot,

But a new place to live, say my kitchen window box.”

So I planted her once more and she fits in quite well

“Be true to yourself” is the story’s moral that I tell

The China Doll

See the pretty China doll,

With the flawless porcelain face?

Her fresh silk dress and painted lips

Accent her anxious pale blue eyes

Someone comes up to the stall

Pays, and takes her from the place

With eager hands he tore huge rips

And stifled all her piercing cries

She no longer screams out loud

But the damage has increased

A broken hand some scratches too

Too many owners to keep track

In a puddle in a crowd

He found her close to deceased

He took her with promises of glue

But instead painted her heart black

Ripping of the silken dress

He defiled her sacred space

She did not know that this was wrong

Yet she felt that it was not right

However she thought it best

To make her face a blank slate

She began to sing an old song

And kept from being in the light

After he had done his deed

He left her alone and sad

Now gentle hands have found the Doll

And have tried to help fix the mess

But still she shrinks and recedes

For she has gone a little mad

She feels she is the one who’s flawed

And now feels like she’s become less

Mommy's Make-up Kit

I got into Mommy's make-up kit
I thought I might try on a bit
Lipstick, powder, shadow and rouge
Mom came in and she turned blue
She yelled an told me not to touch
I wasn't old enough for blush

Fifteen years later and I still find,
I am still too young in her mind
Although she's still telling me "No!"
I bought make-up of my very own
I put it on clean and simple
Hey look Mom! There still are dimples!

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