Mascara smeared on her beautiful face,
Not worried about the time or the place,
Tears stream down her reddening cheeks,
A gush of feelings, her makeup in streaks.
Turning against love,
A shadow of her former being,
Not tempted, a sign from above,
After all, seeing is believing.
She turns her back on love,
Walks away from those days,
Sheltered from the sun, as white as a dove,
Her head, her thoughts, a maze.
And just like that, a shimmer of light,
Could it be, could it end her plight, loves fight?
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