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Secrets of a pretty face
Secrets of a pretty face
The perfect image I see in the mirror is still mine…
So elegant, so polished….Looks like I’m fine.
Looks so distinguished and cold,
Never tired and forever bold.
My lipstick is still scarlet red
Despite all the things I’ve said…
No dripping eyeliner for me
In spite of everything I could see…
My cheeks blush so full of life,
Even after his decision cut me like a knife…
My hair still stays in place
With the same curly lock across my face…
My pearls shall make me shine
As I pretend I am not the one to whine…
I shall not cry over spilt milk,
Instead I shall spoil my femininity with silk.
My image shall not speak of my state
And it shall not reveal my fate…
Because that’s a woman’s honorable mission:
Look impeccable and never talk of her condition.
