A masquerade

Where everyone is nobody.

Hiding what is wearing them

But showing what they are wearing.

We lit a fire for the festivities

Because nothing says you are paying attention

Than a huge fire in the middle of the room.

 

I played piano until I ran out of songs

Then danced until I found out his name.

Wished on the first star I saw someone would save me

Then went back to a life that assured me that wouldn’t be the case.

 

We rode in to tell of the news

They wanted to know where my demons live

I told them

It’s all right here, in my poetry.

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