Lady Masquerade
One beautiful girl, one thousand faces
Anthrax of the tongue your deadly poison
A wake o'broken hearts, o'broken glass I run
Because I have seen her empty spaces.
That beautiful girl, time turning faceless
And tracks soon begun to sit and stay unsung
Awake from slumber and my dreams undone.
Tears mackle disguise, while grey eyes confess.
What identity lingering cry implies?
Just a few glimpses I've been blessed to see,
Her Ruby white pale no make-up from lies.
All varnished in tears yet somehow you're free.
Love, don't take this wrong just take it from me
Be yours, my dear, shed fully your disguise.
Copyright © James Allen | Year Posted 2020
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