Tuesday, September 27, 2011

The Dance

“And do you- she asked,
“Do you wear the mask?”
He smiles from the corner of his eye,
“Only to save me from the past.”
She sighs because she hates the dance,
The skittish gestures of a budding romance,
“Why must we talk in code and hide what’s real,
When all I want to do is tell you how I feel?”

And so is the end of another story’s day,
But only fate will end their play.

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