If I stop these paeans
will you drop your mask
If I tell you the bitter truth
will you throw away your paper crown
If I look down on you
will you smash your wooden horse
If I close my eyes
will you end your masquerade
If my silence grows
will you still ramble on
If I stop listening
will you shut up and suffocate
If I run out in the sweet dirty rain
will you be there to play with me
If I take off all my clothes
will you shed your pretences
If I walk all alone
will you hold my callused hands
And if I were to die tomorrow
will you dance on my grave
under a morose looking moon.
5 comments:
did u write it on your own? If yes then i am amazed to read it. Very beautiful and depicts clearly what you think.
yes varsha, i wrote everything on my own:-)
thanks elf!!
Great and definately relate! Thankyou.
Not fair. I truly wish I could write that well... it makes one uncomfortable, and thats why its so beautiful. You just have to rub off some of that 'magic words' dust on to me...
If you were to die tomorrow, will you let me hold your hand and listen to you speak?
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