Concealer

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With fists raised high in tightened hearts,
The room explodes and now
This blood is on your hands and
There is no time for a second chance to
Paint my face with blood and tears and cover up.
In an open book that no one reads,
A misspelled word that no one knows.
You stole the rain,
Then you turned around and tore my life in two.
Just like the picture that once hung on the wall
In the room that we used to share
.
So fold me up
And put me back in the place
Where you used to keep your heart
You think it’s getting smaller?
It’s been that way for quite some time now
The cadence beats down ob the tar.
It sounds the same as your fists raining down
(if you want to change the way I look at you…)
We’ve got to leave before the sun sets
Or maybe we won’t have time (time to waste)
It won’t be long until you’ve gone into the night.
You won’t have time to paint my face with cover-up.
Thursday
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