Mascara Dripping Down Her Cheek

The heavy scars behind a tear,
The scenes unfolding, year after year,
She's sick of it all, unleashing her fear,
She's done with playing it by the ear.
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Her emotions brew a flood,
Her heavy tears of blood,
Her heart melting into the mud,
Yearning to bloom into that bud.
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The mascara running down her face,
As she struggles with winning that one race,
Her lips wet; face showing no grace,
Her heart damp, torn and looking for space.
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Scenarios come and go,
Her tears take up more,
Waiting for that moment sweep-her-off-the-floor,
Anticipating something; turning out a big blow.
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That moment, so fake,
Passes by with her ache,
That moment, although real,
Already made the seal.
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The mascara running down her face,
As she struggles with winning that one race,
Her lips wet; evident disgrace,
Heart all damp; losing at her own pace.