Unmasked

//Unmasked

Unmasked

I know that I will never hear from you again.
That bitter sweet called life
Has unmasked my wanton strife,
And removed the face of being fine.
Pleasure’s magic shroud
Has taunted me that
Every silver lining has a cloud
And made me wonder if it’s too late
To renew my vows chaste, or
Turn the page and start again.
When will this love unmask the ploy,
This want, this promise, that is this joy?

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By | 2018-09-12T03:34:34+00:00 September 12th, 2018|Poetry|0 Comments

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