a study toward sonnet #754 by FisherKingKQJ
I know that I'm pitied by your intellect,
Your heart itself overflowing with disdain
For me and my ways, which don't intersect
At your empathy, yet won't air this strain.
Your attitude you camouflage out plain
By pinching cupid bow lips, your high cheeks,
The outer corners of your eyes which strain,
You plump away your listless party piques.
Bluish circles round your eyes your streaks
Of yellow base concealer paste disguise,
Blue kohl whitens red whites, lash curler speaks
Of how you pity me with wide batting eyes.
In your eyes I'm this tiresome offset foil.
(Chorus)
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