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....
“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
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