With each sweep of polish, the colour becomes more intense. The electric blue stands strong against my pale skin. It makes my hands flutter. Yours have diamond studs, wild and viscious like yourself. Mine are plain, but maybe they're beautiful. Sometimes I think so.
With each sweep of the brush, the colour becomes more intense. The black sweeps dark against the pale white of my skin. It makes my eyes twinkle. You have bright pink glitter, fluorescent and shimmering like yourself. Mine is plain, but maybe it's beautiful. Sometimes I think so.
With each sweep of the stick, the colour becomes more intense. The plum contrasts with the pale skin around my mouth. It makes my smile widen. You have dark purple, almost black, dark and mysterious like yourself. Mine is plain, but maybe it's beautiful. Sometimes I think so.
With each sweep of yourself, the colour becomes more intense. The dark of you hair and your eyes constrasts with the pale of me. It makes me better, different. You are dark, wicked, mysterious, everything I'm not. I'm plain, but maybe I'm beautiful. Sometimes you think so.
With each sweep of the brush, the colour becomes more intense. The black sweeps dark against the pale white of my skin. It makes my eyes twinkle. You have bright pink glitter, fluorescent and shimmering like yourself. Mine is plain, but maybe it's beautiful. Sometimes I think so.
With each sweep of the stick, the colour becomes more intense. The plum contrasts with the pale skin around my mouth. It makes my smile widen. You have dark purple, almost black, dark and mysterious like yourself. Mine is plain, but maybe it's beautiful. Sometimes I think so.
With each sweep of yourself, the colour becomes more intense. The dark of you hair and your eyes constrasts with the pale of me. It makes me better, different. You are dark, wicked, mysterious, everything I'm not. I'm plain, but maybe I'm beautiful. Sometimes you think so.
