Lying to herself, carving out an identity fake She has no problem with this familiar ache. Putting on make-up, she wonders if we know, that she is all dressed up, but has nowhere to go.
The same story
Black kohl, empty eyes Hoping her pay would suffice. Silver stilettos, tired feet Struggling to make ends meet. Pale cheeks, red lips Enticing men with a sway of her hips.
Unfaithful I am – been quite a while, getting better at all this pretense, and though I promise love to you, my heart beats for someone else.
You -with the light of a thousand stars shining bright in your eyes, that madness and magic in your soul that you so generously sprinkle onto mine, your audacity to dream
to dare hope that we can carve out our own forever...
Away so far
If only there was a way I could let you know how much you mean to me, you’d never go away so far that all I can do now, dear, is whisper a wish, that you were here.
The mask that I put on through the day - at your familiar touch, withers, and falls away.