We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
Although I speak about you so much,
Although everyone can see it,
I would never a
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
have you ever had a kiss
that took you on a bliss
and left you with shaking knees
I look into a broken mirror,
I seek to see why I am still living.
when I look aro
You used me.
I thought you were the key,
But the truth is that you used me,
My dog has a special twist,
She can't go a day unkissed.
She's not
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
There are gaps and walls between us,
Yet we're close because we care,
And the dis
