Masked Love (By: Chris Hathaway)

Masked Love; the only kind. When shall I slay my loneliness; my heart is yours to find. Like a child not trying to hide while you go and try to seek; we lust for each other yet we dare not try to speak. Masked Love; the truest. For we both are satisfied yet inside, the bluest. Oh, Masked Love. You’re so accepted amongst all; towards her I crawl, for her I fall. Mask on; I see darkness yet feel your enigmas. Unmasked Love; only but a stigma.

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