Monday, January 16, 2012

Masking

Were born in such a way we can not describe,
In such a way we wish to deny,
At that very moment you realize,
Our weight and fantasy is about to die.

Our perfect soul will become dry,
Our perfect look will become a lie.

You see each other and hypnotize,
Dig through one another to fit the size.

This society has painted a picture,
Of him, her, you, and I.

Making it seem as whatever we want is deep inside.

But what we truly need is each other side by side.
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