Do you know?

I don't really think it matters. 

Dresses and makeup and who turns the most heads at a ball.

It is a waste of time. And time is wasting.

Everyone is waiting.

The Order of the Aurora has shut the door.

The golden eye shadow or the jade eye liner.

The violet and the fuchsia and the lavender and the lilac and the mauve and the Imperials at the corners of her eyes.

Unfurling like the petals of a flower into wings.

The lipstick pinker than poison.

In the exact shape of a kiss.

Is more than double what she will accept.

And less than half of what she deserves.

And anyway like I said.

I don't really think it matters.