You pinned a smile to your face A silver thread “Darling, you just don’t look alright”— My eyes locked We danced in halls Where truth gets dressed in crystal disguise With A still pose we couldn’t hide It’s a masquerade Masks glued on with debts We bow and spin I wore my grief, silk... Laughed sad It’s a masquerade The music slows, the lights grow dim A tear cuts through my painted skin— And one another for breath… It’s a masquerade...
