A fools masks is said to be art.
Untill the fool himself loses his heart.
No way to find his departed soul.
With a heart now left blacker then coal.
Hiding behind masks is indeed a fools game.
He tends to stray from his true self, what a shame.
Collecting these masks,new ones each day.
For I am one of those fools,I would say...
~Dreams~
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A fools mask
PoetryThis is just I little poem I made. Its a little grim people tell me but hope you like.
