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by Dutch Jun 16, 2008 category : Friendship, family / best friends
Their hands are kept beneath their chins Upon the ballroom floor The masks and costumes, think and thin Flooding out the door. Should hands drop mask from face You'd see faces of empty stares With hollow eyes, tales of nothing No emotions, no real cares She wanders through the mass Bumping shoulders over again She searches, but with hands raised Her search is just in vain The dancing grows still faster As the crowd picks up its pace She is walking through that dream Of those masks over a blank face I wander through the mass They do not spare me a glance With this speed increasing I wouldnt stand a chance The crowd aquires still more speed And soon im surrounded by fear Without my mask, hand on chin I was standing naked here I saw a face, without the mask Some twenty feet away Her lips they quirked, she smiled at me I didnt know what to say She wanders forward toward me Dodging the violent shoulder craze And though there was a mile to go She reached the end unscathed She took my hand, and i gripped hers And with hand on hand than on chin We tore apart the ballroom And destroyed it from within And years from then, I remember When she walked that hardy mile Nothing in her has changed Since her initial quirky smile.
by AngelEyez89
No words describe your beauty.