The Poetry of Primadonna Angela

Primadonna Angela


I Keep Applying Lipstick

I keep applying lipstick
but my tears are still falling
thinking back, reflecting
Oh, how miserable I feel.

I keep applying lipstick
but my heart is still breaking
trying to put a smile on my
quivering lips. I fail.

How soon can heaven turn to hell?
In a twinkle of the stars
I keep applying lipstick
pretending everything's all right.

14-05-1999