What lies beyond this mask
Is merely a question I always ask.
Painted with stripes of green and red,
Revealing envy, tears I shed;
Displaying my broken heart
Dark and gloomy, inches apart;
And trickles of bliss that I once had;
This morbid mask portrays my face;
Displaying my life in many ways.
The choice is yours to pick which view
To look at me and see me
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On to the Poem. A poem is a written expression of our personal feelings, to judge one by another is an insult to both writers. I also believe you are the only true judge of your writing, so what do you think of this one?
Two Cents: I like it
Love ya
Nerp
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Hope everything goes as planned, itd be super fun......hehe... I LOVERD ME! and dont have a too busty day!
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