227 – The Masquerade

I never recognized the costume
I never saw the mask
A clever disguise
Hidden from sight
Blinded my eyes

A false showing
A false pretense
A party
A charade
Never thinking I was part of
The masquerade

Love is like a circus
As high as a wire
As sweet as cotton candy
As innocent as a child
As moving as a parade
A carnival of romance
Until the final act ends
The performance

When the masquerade crumbled down
I became the biggest clown of all

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