Monday, March 05, 2007 9:22 PM
and don't be the moth flinging itself into the midst of the flame in a fit of passion or fancy
it's just a masquerade!
parade your feelings on paper hearts pinned to your sleeves
billowing material
glitter and gloss with sparkles used sparingly
it's just a masquerade!
dance the night away
lose sense to the winds in the depths
and when the streaks of pink appear, brush away the crumbs of memory and walk away
it's just a masquerade!
indeed.