if all you do is wear a mask,
you become a mask.
your individuality drains away,
and you become a shadow of others.
yourself is an illusion
you are only a copy.
if you never express yourself,
you fade into the shadows.
your soul dies away,
leaving an empty shell of broken mirrors.
Posted in response to the challenge Façade.
the winter makes me so happy
the snow hanging in the trees
the cold biting at you
i love it
oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.
why do we always pay the price for love?
Orpheus, lonesome poet,
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it.
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
and sew it into pillows,
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