words, a little refined (but not much)
Words bereft of joy, the joy that’s brought by love when it begins with hopes that it won’t end, but now alone, the artist molds a mask of words he hopes conceal the sadness ‘til the day the next love comes along, hoping she might see beyond the silly words that make up his love songs into the heart, where there’s a boy whose only dream is taking off the mask he wears to trade for a smile. So smile again my love. We can just pretend away the pain. After all, it’s only one more song. At least we’re not alone tonight, maybe our hearts won’t realize what we have done. I’m not the only one who’s tired of this game. It always ends the same. The mask that I put on is finally getting worn. Before it all fades through, I’ll show myself to you.
