Rain falls on my body,
Smudging my perfect painted eyes.
Rain falls on you,
Nothing happens.
You're still perfect.
I try to hide,
I'm not beautiful anymore.
My war paint's coming off.
War paint to fight the war of romance.
Armed with my cover up, mascara, and lip gloss.
You take my hand in yours.
You touch my lips and kiss me.
Thnking,
"God she's beautiful."
 
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