Come in
Come in
It's a masquerade
Covered in paint
And paper-maché
Shaded in laughs
Tainted with lies
But never fear
We have enough smiles
Here to drown
Them out
like a bloodbath
We even have
Our very own
Pianist who's skilled in
Ragtime and swing
See that skull-mask
He's wearing
Even though he's
Quite alive?
or is he?
I'll leave that decision up to you,
Friend
Innocent bystander
Guest
Oh it's all a
Charade, really
This masquerade
Chandeliers of aluminum
And plastic
My best friend
Stole the carpet
From broken-down cars
At the dump
While I stitched them
Together
can't see the scars can you?
And the velvet curtains
Came from some
Elderly woman's place
It's all lies
Every last bit
But I try to believe in it
Even when the masks
Fall off
And wounds weep
Their truths
And tempt time to stop
Then the chandeliers fall
And the carpet rips
At each seam
stitch-by-stitch
Velvet curtains spill
To the floor like
Wine from a shattered glass
Reality is a bullet in my chest
I'm crouching to the center
Of the ballroom floor
The cracked sidewalk
On a rainy day
Not wearing an
Evening gown but tight
Blue jeans and black
Chuck Taylor hi-tops
fit for a princess?
This ain't no ball
But the tears are flowing
Like the notes from
The imaginary pianist
Author notes
ooooh... extended metahpor. So I wrote this on another site first and I wanted to share it with all of you but to understand it I have to explain some stuff. Yeah so here. This'll explain the extended metaphor if you can't get it after a while. :::
And as I knew it... it's not good. Not at all.
I'm pretty sure I do love him. Love to me is that feeling that you'll do anything for that one person... and that's how I feel about him. And you know, we've gotten pretty "close" and stuff; but like anytime anyone even mentions anything about us being "together" or anything he's so adamant about us NOT being a couple.
He's all I ever think about. And I get so depressed when I'm not with him. He could just be in the room. I would be content with just sitting next to him and watching a movie. I don't care. I just like seeing his face. It makes me happy. Is that so crazy? He makes me feel like I'm actually worth something. He makes me happy.
But then when he's not with me I get to thinking, well he doesn't really care about me. I'm just something to him. We're not a couple or anything. I'm just kidding myself if I think he really even likes me.
But then I call him and we hang out and all those horrible heart-shattering thoughts fly out the window and everything's ok.
It's a vicious cycle.
I wish I knew what to do. If there is anything I can do at all. I mean, I love the guy... but it hurts sometimes.
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