When you're gray,
Come out and play
In my fields of masquerade.
Cast your dreams and fears aside
To be carried away by the rising tide
And swept away.
And don't be afraid.
Just throw out your frustrations,
And don't be ashamed
To shed a tear if you feel the need
To masquerade.
sweet one
This poem is really good! I like it a lot. Keep writin the good stuff!
*.*Starlite*.*
interesting twist on the idea of masks. I must say I like this poem good work.