Pour your smiles on me.. Paint my face your way..
Let me say I feel things in my solemn of days.
Don't be bothered
by how I can paint my face,
diff then what you ordered.
Green red or blue.
Doesnt mean my heart ain't tru to you.
If my red lipstick makes you sad.
why can't it make you see red is pretty and be glad.
My personality does it matter how fun and cute adorned with sashes.
Or is it you can't see it your too busy being mad about lashes.
I bought me some fancy adorable colored rings.
Your like hmm, cuz you'd rather
I'm plain and stripped of all my pretty things.
Paint me how I look when I wake up.

My face is still pretty with no make up.
But when I shake some colors up.
Grown Up fa me cuz colors should'nt make you mad at me,
when you love me..
Love me, like me.. dolled up or down.. I'm a lovely me..
Why is that hard fa you to see. free ya mind babe....



@SelinaShardaye_H.E.R Poetry copyrights..

And she dances to the gorgeous melodies of the wind.
Echoing strength  in her new found wings.
She gathers grace after an almost endless stupor.
With a courageous heart, she grows her pretty wings in darkness.
And as she enjoys her freedom in the air,
she scatters glitters to every flower.
A wonderful flight in cheers.
A celebration of hope and change.
A meaningful metamorphosis.
A colorful blossom that beautifully swirls.
Seeking love, bringing life.
A sweet journey to remember.
A brief yet lovely moment to soar.

Her poetry loves her usual melancholy.
Her rhymes couldn’t even summon the sun when dark clouds lingered over her.
She just waits for the fragrance of rainwater to wash away the dirt from her tears.
The misty yet melodious pour.
A lengthy silky strand of memory that always escapes.
Heartache and hope,
rhymes and misery,
lyrics and odes.
Slowly lacing themselves to the value of who she is.
A continuing thread of love and grief.
A colorful crochet of life’s  tapestry.