Seems like a stranger,
The person behind my mask;
She hides herself behind the white paint of innocence.
Holds her fan open, lace concealing the crystalline eyes,
She doesn't want you to know,
When she cries, she hides her eyes along with the tears.
She vanishes in thin wispy smoke,
Twirling to oblivion.
Till nobody remembers anymore.
A contest entry
- Life's Masquerade. by Poetryintheblood.
350 points, ended August 26, 2007, 8 entries
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Thank you for your entry, Josephine
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clever
wellwritten!nice as usual.i liked it a lot it was a pleasure to read.keep it up friend -
clever
wellwritten!nice as usual.i liked it a lot it was a pleasure to read.keep it up friend -
clever
wellwritten!nice as usual.i liked it a lot it was a pleasure to read.keep it up friend
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