we dance around
the scarlet feathers
protruding from under,
dripping in a facade of beauty
the lies easy to keep
we bury the truth
hiding our identities
adorning a stranger
a devil's face
veiled by the falsity
for we all play a part
in the world's masquerade ball
YOU ARE READING
MIDNIGHT BUTTERFLIES , poetry
Poetry⁰⁰⁰ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 ── the butterflies of my thoughts soar off at midnight . and there's no flying after them , for my wings have been broken . ( SHORT POEMS ) ‧˚...
