Golden Compact

Golden compact in my purse,
Mascara streaming down my face.
Take the compact in my hands,
And open the metallic case
To reveal the mirror inside.
Once glossy and perfection,
Now cracked and marred -
An image of your affection.
Something magnificent,
And beautiful,
Once cherished and wonderful,
Now broken.
My shattered mirror,
I hold you in my hand
And clear my face.
Never love a married man.
Now golden and broken,
I keep my compact and reveal,
That now it's cracked in two,
It makes me look the way I feel.