A poem I wrote because... well, I don't know why. I suppose I should just let you read it. Carry on.

I love you...

Do you love me too?

Or is this dance we

Move to only that...

A masquerade.

Where nothing is

As it appears

And faces are covered

By brightly coloured masks

Which deceives the watcher

And hides the black souls

That we bear...

Still, I think I love you...

And I think

You love me too...

Ideas? Comments? Suggestions? Let me know

~ disenchanted lullaby ~