We stole from each other
a long time ago, and perhaps
thousands of times
our ideas,
our lives
without the masks, or rather
with them, laid out,
explained
the magician folds
the illusion dissolved
like the black sky
we drift around aimless,
is this the way.
my heart is still
bleeding,
smile my baby,
i love you.
Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 5:43 PM UTC
We stole from each other
a long time ago, and perhaps
thousands of times
our ideas,
our lives
without the masks, or rather
with them, laid out,
explained
the magician folds
the illusion dissolved
like the black sky
we drift around aimless,
is this the way.
my heart is still
bleeding,
smile my baby,
i love you.