Mascara running down her cheek

The heavy scars behind a tear,
The scenes unfolding, year after year,
She's sick of it all, unleashing her fear,
She's done with playing it by the ear.

Her emotions brew a flood,
Her heavy tears of blood,
Her heart melting into the mud,
Yearning to bloom into that bud.

The mascara running down her face,
As she struggles with winning that one race,
Her lips wet; face showing no grace,
Her heart damp, torn and looking for space.
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Scenarios come and go,
Her tears take up more,
Waiting for that moment sweep-her-off-the-floor,
Anticipating something; turning out a big blow.

That moment, so fake,
Passes by with her ache,
That moment, although real,
Already made the seal.

The mascara running down her face,
As she struggles with winning that one race,
Her lips wet; evident disgrace,
Heart all damp; losing at her own pace.