I stare at the blank page,
waiting for the words to appear.
They are in my head,
all a jumble.
All rushing to be the first word wrote.
I try to fathom what they mean,
try to put them into some order.
It's no good.
I'll have to start again.
Moisturise my face,
wash my hair,
pluck my eyebrows,
with great care.
Plenty of lipstick,
define my eyes,
a bit of shadow,
a kind of disguise.
Oh, what I suffer,
the time I take,
I wish I looked like this,
just as soon as I...
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I stare at the blank page,
waiting for the words to appear.
They are in my head,
all a jumble.
All rushing to be the first word wrote.
I try to fathom what they mean,
try to put them into some order.
It's no good.
I'll have to...
Read more