Masquerade

Masquerade

Masquerade

I heard you call my name today,

in the whisper of a morning breezMasking your paine

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.

 

I saw you walk my way today

with loves’ light in your eyes,

I quickly turned away,

to find my next disguise.

 

 

 

© 2017 Judith Mallard

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