seven dreams and a memory
countless winter nights
spent feeding the fire
still remember your face
emanating charm from across
secrets sewn in your heart
you held a lifeline in your hands
but you chose to throw it away
hollow promises, two summers later
a fateful night this.
you look weak. defeated.
still searching for your rainbow
but not willing to live with the rain
may be i should let you know
it never rained after that winter night...
behind the mask....
![behind the mask....](http://bp3.blogger.com/_A8QoKObtkx0/R2KICZOKIlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jd1UspTvzH8/S660/face.jpg)
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. ...You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.” - The Lizard King
Friday, September 08, 2006
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