the sound of your serenade from the open window.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
sometimes
in those rare moments
i get a glimspe under that mask
i see a real person
with dreams hopes and visions
a person who loves music and the arts
who unfolds new insights under a camera's lens
someone who has hidden desires
but fear to pursue them
because of the fear of dissapointment
the aloofness and pretense dissapears
in comes a warm and true soul
but then like the flickering flames
it dissapears
and the mask starts to appear
words spilled @ 6:51 PM /
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