Wednesday, 2 February 2011

Broken Mask.

I'm happy. Apparently.

Not quite; I know that I could be,
If my chest burst, and my regrets all flew away.
I'd be happy.

If I could somehow find someone;
A key, to turn my misery into Joy.
I'd be happy.

I try to hide all my secrets beneath a mask,
To keep them all locked away, it's not good.
And if i could find someone to help me,
Someone to shatter this cold wall.
I'd be happy

Then I met you.
And suddenly I'm free, embracing the cool wind of change,
Feeling the tumblers turning in my chest, as you help me open up,
Feeling as the concealing mask crumbles away beneath your gentle fingers,
And I'm happy. 

The wind, as sure as it came, has gone again.
And I'm here, just grasping on to what's left.
Holding on to this Broken Mask.

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