Masquerade Ball
Contributed by
Live2Die
on
Wednesday, 9th November 2005 @ 04:21:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Dancing in a masquerade ball
Like a retold Cinderella,
Gone from nothing to something
In the blink of an eye
Only this time the stories sadder,
For the shoe doesnt fit.
So stitch her up with changes sutures,
Cut and hem, make her smiles broader,
Make her waist a little smaller,
Alter the shoe size, switch it to seven,
Legs are thicker, and eyes are brighter.
The perfect girl is your destination
So thread beautys needle,
Weave the splendid stitches,
Face the result with a smile,
And as you see dont let it fade,
For your creation is me,
Its him, its her, its you
Still the same as the start,
But with the mask removed,
And the soul emerged.
Still dancing in a masquerade ball,
But now its midnight and all costumes,
Have been taken, stolen, hidden, and whats left?
Its you, its him, its her, its me,
And us? We're good enough, you see?
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