Her Vice

I know she's going to ask me how good she looks, I tell her beautiful and ask how long it took for you to put it on, it was early in the morning and she resembled a model out of a MacBook, concentrating on how the eyeliner thickens, I stand behind her and try to figure her vision, her prettiness, the wittiness of colours on her skin tone, her complexion in the direction I've outgrown, damn girl why so much, you're about to blow your cover when you cover up, don't you know your imperfections are a wonderful blessing, from heaven is where you get it from. I love your smile you can do it without style, from your lips all the way to your eyebrows, it's the beauty in her, but when the make-up occurs, I don't see it, all I see is a blur.

I know he's about to tell me how good I look, he tells me beautiful and asks how long it took, i wanna look like the models in the MacBook, concentrating on the way my eyeliner thickens, he stands behind me to figure my vision, the prettiness and wittiness of colours on my skin tone, my complexion in the direction he's outgrown, I feel like its not enough, I could never put on too much make-up, yeah I know ive got imperfections So i'll be constantly stressing and from him is where I get it from, he tells me I need to smile, at least once in a while, I hate my lips, my nose, my eyebrows it's the beauty in me but what he doesn't see is I had a blackeyetobecontinued.....