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Broken DreamsSlowly she taps the dust pan
On the rim of the trash can
Broken glass memories start to fall
From an old picture frame I don't recall
I see shattered expressions I don't know
How can a marriage get this low
Our shadows danced upon the wall but no words came
Tension hanging in the air thick enough to squeeze
Sometimes silence speaks mountains of subtleties
Our sweat and tears can fill an ocean
And we ride out the stormy waves of emotion
And like the tide that goes out and comes in
We sometimes let frivolity under out skin
Who can learn to laugh
When bleeding hearts are torn in half
So we let the darkness over take us
And what does that make us
Loser of unwanted schemes
Alas, creators of broken dreams
My MaskDo you think you can see,
the mask I wear?
Blood, sweat, and tears are shed,
but no one knows.
Everything, hopes and dreams,
are put into this mask I wear.
Weeks, months go by,
and nothing has changed.
Did I put enough into the mask I wear?
Is it not right?
What can help my mask fit in,
to be welcomed?
A friend soft spoken words
broke the mask of mine.
Going on life again,
exposed to everything around.
Glances, and staring,
at my face without the mask.
Welcomed, involved, accepted.
Is it me?
For I no longer have my mask.
Could have all my efforts be for nothing?
Maybe, just maybe my true mask was always there.
Hidden beneath what I thought my mask should be.