Naked and vulnerable, I stand here with water cleansing my soul. I start to weep; slowly falling from my feet. Now I sit with trails down my cheeks and streams down my back begging myself to understand. Yet I don’t, I continue to ask myself what I’ve become. A lovesick fool, now getting ready for the masquerade ball. I slip on my casual dress. I mustn’t catch the eye of another whom I’ll oppress. Now my mask to hide the black beneath my eyes and the stains those trails have left behind.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 12:21 PM UTC
Naked and vulnerable, I stand here with water cleansing my soul. I start to weep; slowly falling from my feet. Now I sit with trails down my cheeks and streams down my back begging myself to understand. Yet I don’t, I continue to ask myself what I’ve become. A lovesick fool, now getting ready for the masquerade ball. I slip on my casual dress. I mustn’t catch the eye of another whom I’ll oppress. Now my mask to hide the black beneath my eyes and the stains those trails have left behind.
