A Mask

I wear a mask of porcelain.

I tie it up with lies.

But though it covers up my mouth,

It cannot hide my eyes.

I cling onto my mask so tight

I fear that it should crack.

But though I love it dear enough,

A mask can’t love you back.

So forgive me for my lies, my love.

And disregard my sighs.

I wear the mask for my own sake.

(She lies, she lies, she lies)

I wear a mask of porcelain.

Can you see through the cracks?

I hope that you can stop my lies

From making their attacks.

I wear a mask of porcelain.

I tie it on with lies.

And though it bears a silly smile,

My joy is my disguise.

Ashes

Ashes

If ashes do fall

 they fall

in slow motion

a sprinkling of flames

 in their midst.

 The light of dawn comes

 with wind

 and blows them away,

 forever

 to be lost.

 Ah