Rivers of Mascara

There it sits,
Like a minute diamond,
Enlarging, 
Diffusing to the outside corners of it's reign,
Baptizing my paper,
A crystalline tear,
Accompanied by more,
And soon even more,
Littering the paper,
Founding rivers of mascara,
Thanks to you,
You perfect loser,
You beautiful jerk,
I love to hate you,
And hate to love you,
But I do both proficiently and constantly,
Running into the nearest bathroom,
To let my tears stream,
I hate middle school.





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Stunaminous said...
Sept. 28, 2011 at 11:13 am

WHAT. HAPPENED. 

- sutton + sage

 
crazy-ashbobash This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 28, 2011 at 10:08 pm
Nothing really, just an idea inspired by some other troubled peer's tears. -ash
 
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