Hidden Truth(Tittle at the moment)

by fries

Published July 16, 2010

In Fries Poetry

This poem is for a drawing Im currently doing. Its sorta cut off in a way, because thats how I need it in the drawing(Plus I cant find a way to end it, lol, so the ending sucks!). Im practicing Calligraphy, and this would help me alot, but I dont want to waste my pens on a poem that might not be any good. So, please, reviews would be great! :D


Hidden Truth


A mask covers my identity, As I linger in the light
Waiting to be unmasked, By the one other soul

I wait all nights and days
Hoping, Wishing, Wanting, For the unknown to show up
Disappointment consumes me

Days and Hours pass by , He doesn’t come to my rescue
To take me away from my misery, Away from the lies

Just when I give up
He opens my soul, The passage way he found threw my eyes
And pours out his heart into mines

I believe him, Give him my heart into his hands
Giving him the opportunity , Of making me happy or breaking me

Just when the mask finally disappeared
He is taken away from me, And it reappears on my face
He had taken part of me

Before I didn’t know what was missing, Now I do
And it hurts more to know, Than not

He tore my heart into pieces
How much distress Can a heart hold?
From the one she loved the most

A new mask covers my face, More exotic than the last
Holding me together, I can’t take much more anymore

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FireandIce326
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FireandIce326 wrote a review Review · Jul 16, 2010

Wow, I really enjoyed reading this. I really felt the emotion that was written in this poem, and I also can picture this going on. It really had depth to it, and that is very nice. I also liked the whole idea of the mask. So I really don't have anything bad to say :D

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Rydia
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Rydia commented Comment · Jul 16, 2010

Moved to Dramatic Poetry.

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nova
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nova wrote a review Review · Jul 16, 2010

I'm sorry but this poem is in the wrong place! :(

Of course its got something to do with calligraphy, as you said in that snippet of text you write, but if its something impaticular you need to post it in the Poetry - Other forum. Sorry! :lol:


Nova.



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