Finger Polish

Here I am lying, within a dresser,
I like it when, in comes the wearer,
She has her pride, felt all over,
Her feelings are better, with all the multi-layer.

She jumps and she sings,
It gives other ears, telephone rings,
The jumbled jigsaw world of blings,
Minds thoughtful with sparklings.

Friends always only curious to ask,
Trends that keep her behind her mask,
Dawn to dusk, it’s like shiny tusks,
Next morning onwards, it’s all new energy bursts.

Every time when her fingers display,
Each tip shows her feelings away,
It’s always me, put up on day-to-day,
I am her polish, she only makes me stay.

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