Behind A Mask Of Plastic

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Everyone has a mask that he or she wears everyday when confronting life and its people. However, sometimes, we prefer that of plastic, on that of Gold. Life is harsh, and rairly does it give us the pleasure of smiling.

Enjoy.

Submitted: February 19, 2010

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I loved that mask you put on
It always says so much more than your eyes would
I loved how tears fell on that piece of plastic
It almost seemed real and passionate
O dear
Where do I begin?
With you hiding behind a mask
An ugly hag, rag, round and round
Your sculptural scalp of white and clay
Where do I begin?
When all that I love is a mask
That exists in a place far from my own
O love
It nearly seemed so real, when I whispered
How enchanting Vivaldi was,
In his winter, my summer, your spring and the autumn of your mask
How enchanting my loneliness was, when all that had existed in air
Was draught, was sand and death
I loved the mask you put on, but only if time would keep it for a while longer
For I would with all pleasure, lie a little bit more.


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