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The music plays,
echoing in the ballroom,
as silk-clad figures waltz
across the floor.
I cannot see who they are
through their masks.
That could be my true love,
standing by the punch bowl.
That girl standing alone,
she could be my best friend.
This is a shallow, vapid way,
of distancing yourself from the world.
These people are like shiny baubles,
colorful and gilded on the outside,
but on the inside, they are hollow.
All I see is the gilded outside,
and even though we are only feet apart,
through your mask I am miles away,
from knowing you.
echoing in the ballroom,
as silk-clad figures waltz
across the floor.
I cannot see who they are
through their masks.
That could be my true love,
standing by the punch bowl.
That girl standing alone,
she could be my best friend.
This is a shallow, vapid way,
of distancing yourself from the world.
These people are like shiny baubles,
colorful and gilded on the outside,
but on the inside, they are hollow.
All I see is the gilded outside,
and even though we are only feet apart,
through your mask I am miles away,
from knowing you.
For the prompt. Comments are great, I have more poetry on my page.
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I'm writing one for this prompt also. Will you tell me what you think when its done?