mask

his words bitter

his voice so calm, and sweet

no wonder i let him sweep me off my feet

butterflies, the songs of the birds

not even close to once his words

but now they stop the birds mid song

and fill the valley with thick fog

tears fall like rain from an autumn day

how can he still make me feel this way

every wrong turn he has took

but yet i remain within his nook

his words bring the darkest tears to my eyes

my pride covered in clouds of grey

hes told the truth once again

so honest i consider him my best friend

i love him, his words, the butterflies

the thought of losing them make me cry

i hide behind emotionless mask for im afraid ive lost him at last

my feelings consealed because they are truly real

i wish i could tell him how i really feel

straight forward not in song,

not even this poem that is quite long

i love you my darling, i love you my sweet

you are my prince charming, youve swept me off my feet

Reviews

[*Evelen*]

Ah this is AMAZING! Great job!