sun catches
the corner of your eye
your masscara flicks
upturned lips
hands raised
your hips
barefoot and alone
in a crowd
laughing
swaying
playing
the masquerade
ever decaying
A contest entry
- This Contest Is for Poets With No Trophies by tawk.
450 points, ended August 5, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I love these lines "barefoot and alone
in a crowd
laughing
swaying
playing
the masquerade
ever decaying" Great write Good luck and thanks for entering
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oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!!!!!!!! Awsome Ryme-age. Your sooo like much better than me.
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NICE VERY NICE
short but sweet~~~barefoot and alone in a crowd~masquerade ever decaying
not being who we really are can sure hurt the other thank you so much for sharing
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