Paint on your smile in the morning.
You flaunt it, but it's flawed.
sweet, amber nectar you attempt to drown out your mourning.
The attention, you crave from a selection so broad.
You brag of your successes
in hopes all your failures are shadowed.
But who will clean your messes?
your thoughts, be they never hallowed?
You prance, Head high.
Never forget paint can fade.
Love, sees through all lies.
Roses stand by to aide the diamond in the rough, or better yet the Jade.
Without Love in your hurt, success is truly miserable.
Hidden under all the paint in the world, this is still visible.
