MASQUERADE BALL…

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Foolish as it may seem,
I am in love with a memory.
That reeked of a charade,
Hide and seek,
The kind children play.
You left like a summer's end,
Dredging all my warmth.
My hands remained clenched,
For you were gone.
Evanescent clouds before my eyes,
My faith as big as Gibraltar,
Now a sunken pebble.
I await the pale moonlight,
To eagerly catch some hope.
Inside is just too empty...
The hollow sound is deafening.
As I stare into your eyes,
I anticipated my reflection.
But you turned toward the meadow,
So I could not see.
Even a broken mirror,
Would have made me happy.
As I muster courage to move on,
Walk these dim lit streets,
I sometimes turn back.
Bent on seeing your face.
Convinced that I,
Made no mistake in,
Unconditionally loving you.
And foolish as it may seem,
I still do...

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020. 

8 thoughts on “MASQUERADE BALL…

  1. Reblogged this on Notes and commented:
    Why is it foolish to still love someone who never loved you back? True love does not fade away just like that especially if the loved one had no clue wtf is love in the first place. These fools who run from love are actually actually unfortunate and they don’t just deserve our pity but also an undying love since they are blind, deaf and zombies towards anything related to love. Just cherish your ability to still love such fools ❤️

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