Behind The Mask
I miss you now how true it is to have never
felt your love. Endless passion of wanting to
see you to feel your eyes gaze into mine. Oh
what a passion what a display of action would
take place. How I have never seen your face
but how I have seen you mask. I wish more
then stripes and colors. Can I see your eyes,
your smile even your wrinkles when you laugh?
A dying love for that person behind the mask
no sense of knowing what you are really like
just a feeling of purity and a sensation of
peace.
Nicole Marie Cordick
Copyright ©2006 Nicole Marie Cordick
