Oh eyeliner game!

Your curves as strong as an angels wing

stark on a pale complexion as a tree defining it’s beauty in front of a moon

and ranging colors as endless as a rainbow

The presence of you distinguishes the difference

between fierce and tiredness

Of perfection and an amateurish

Eyeliner game, eyeliner fame

If you weren’t on point, I’d fall into shame

But once so, confidence flames

Oh eyeliner game

Some say you are war paint

You are difficult, time consuming, and precise

“May your eyeliner always be even”