I am the boy,
who holds a secret;
behind the scars and tears,
but I'll never show it.
You'll never know it.
I am the girl,
who doesn't fit in;
with hidden truth and fears,
living a life of sin.
It's all a lie.
I am the man,
facing my own past;
remembering the dreams,
of what I once held dear.
All those beautiful nightmares.
I am the woman,
who embraces the man;
shielding him from the world;
hiding him within.
He hasn't seen the light.
The man and woman,
they may argue at times;
over who was right,
one opinion was the truth.
The other a mask of the night.
Safe in their own embrace,
they make their way through life;
and sometimes things go wrong,
life was so hard to bare.
I need you to be strong.
The woman is a porcelain mask,
the man is only a broken heart;
how can they tell,
of how they came about?
She is the lie,
giving a shield to hide behind;
for he cannot face the world,
when his own is turmoil.
His world blissful with fantasy.
Sometimes it is difficult,
but will always be confused;
one mistake may break them,
tear them apart - undone.
For the man and the woman are one.
A contest entry
- Is Dirty Pretty a Lost Cause? by Hell In Harmony.
6500 points, ended July 22, 2008, 37 entries
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Comments
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it wasn't what i was looking for, but it was still a good poem

