Masquerade, by ray!
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Night is here
I can feel the darkness
seeping into my skin
beneath the mask on my face
Feel the rush as I descend
onto the cobblestones
in my french heeled slippers
tonight is mine,
This night is mine.
You are here
and I detail the face
behind your mask in my soul
I know everything
but you know only my mask
Drunk with false ecstasy
I drop my defenses
tonight will be ours,
This night is ours.
Too late, I feel
your hand moving to the bow
at the back of my head
And the mask falls before
I can conceal my shame
I fall to the ground,
desolate, broken
and wait for the shadow
of your body to walk away
But it only gets shorter
as if you're coming down
to the ground
I feel your hand on my face
I must look at you. And you say,
"I knew it was you
I waited for you to come
To make this a night for rememebering" |
Posted: 2009-02-04 14:55:45 UTC |
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2008-09-25 02:05:41 | moshqueen |
This is wonderful.
Thank you for your comment on my poem. its one of my favorites. |
2008-10-11 03:46:28 | Felicia |
wow....you are very talented i love your work :) |
2008-10-29 06:43:45 | Invisible Poet |
very expressive, its almost like im standing their watching, New poem out (Birth) let me know... thnx
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2009-02-06 17:29:58 | *Confidential~Versifier* |
I Love this.....
You are here
and I detail the face
behind your mask in my soul
I know everything
but you know only my mask
Drunk with false ecstasy
I drop my defenses
tonight will be ours,
This night is ours.
(You Clean as Washed Clothes)
an naw i didnt get wut i deserved
i juss slipped up LOL |
2009-02-16 16:27:16 | ray! |
thanks for commenting |
2009-02-20 03:52:42 | LostSoul |
Wow...very nicely done. |