Face Canvas
Face Canvas
Bronze liquid pressed against her face
Neutral rosy lids
Glowing cheek bones
Her face was a canvas
Somedays, it was clean and cut
Somedays, it was messy and faded
Causing her to say "What!"
Lip color varies from a golden sunset to a starry sky
"Whos is she?" she asks
The distorted mirror reflected herself
Naked canvas
Her hidden freckles
Discoloring and unmatched skin
Her paint was flowing toward the ground
"Fake", "Liar", "Unconfident"
Was written on the floor
She shrugged and curved her lips upwards
She only needed herself to be happy
And her wonderful supplies to paint her canvas
When needed to
No matter what
She was a piece of art
I am art