Masquerade

I heard you call my name today,

in the whisper of a morning breeze

I felt your touch upon my skin,

such a gentle sweet caress.

But then the darkness came,

in all its’ thundering fury

Scoffing at my weakness roaring,

Love is not for one like you.

So I hung my head in shame,

And I trembled in its’ wake

Tears slid down my face,

No heart was left to break.

Kick-ass I.T. Recruiter by day, aspiring writer and amateur photographer all other waking hours.

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