Thursday, 11 August 2011
06:34:52 AM (GMT)
I woke up on a normal day.
As normal as it gets anyways...
Brush my hair more than once.
Straighten it then it's done.
I was halfway through my makeup when I couldn't find the stick.
The stick, the precious stick.
The stick that finishes it.
My eyeliner, so tragic.
Where is it?
So I search high and low.
I search room after room my frustration in tow.
I start to get aggressive and stomp all around.
I swear it started to shake, like an earthquake on the ground.
So my 14 year old brother comes dashing down the stairs.
He looks panicked, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" He asked.
I shake my head an pull on my hair.
"It's my eyeliner, I can't find it anywhere!"
Suddenly he shrinks back, and looks at the ground.
I tilt his head up. "Do you know where it is?"
I look at his face, my eyeliner is found.
So we went shopping and got him his own.
My eyeliner is safe at home.
Wait untill I steal his guyliner.
So he knows how it feels.
I cannot part with my eyeliner.
For I cannot just deal.
The day I lost my eyeliner. And the same day it was found.