A Look Inside of The Madness [Poems]

Masqurade/Midnight Waltz

You tell me to go to

the pier at the

stroke of midnight; you

tell me to wear

my very best. I

raise an eyebrow

but I could never

protest.

In my emerald dress,

I walk down to the

pier. Already my

feet ache from my

shoes. When

you come along

with a mask for me,

I put it on.

It's a masquerade.

We're hiding our

faces tonight;

We're closing our

mouths. Let's let

our eyes and bodies

do the talking.

Around and around we

twirl under the

full moon and

next to the

glistening ocean.

I have to say

I love this

midnight waltz.