Red Curtains

let us sing, to celebrate the love.
oh don't you see?
we all worship you,
with flowers and white doves.

here we stand,
we claim of sisterhood with our voices.
do we pretend?
or do you just mistake me behind a black mask;
where we dance to the tune of my death?

no, you don't see me,
these aren't tears upon my cheeks.
we'll still sing,
yes, we sing;
im just lying in between oh,
so invisible yet tis so deceivable.

who are you now?

we'll still dance, voice and act.
fairies of the arts.
they love you, and gaze on.
no need to overeact, you're different
behind the costumes you don, fairies of the arts.

we love what we do.
such love, flows from you to you.
we all wear this costume, such love, among us all.
we dance to the same tune,
yet inside, we stumble and fall.
red curtains draw.

who are you now?

koped this from one brilliant poet (:

Hrmm everyone is busy. Ah well. Like what's new right?

Fir.