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This Mask I Wear
by 16 year old Katchoo
This mask I wear you gave to me
One winter night beneath the trees.
It's black and blue enshrouds my life,
Surrounds my eyes and blinds my sight. This mask I wear pretends I'm here
And hides me from the awful fear
That you might find the heart of me
And take that too, beneath the trees.
This mask I wear to hide the pain.
It's all I have to keep me sane.
I just fell down, I'm told to tell.
There are no words to stop this hell. This mask I pray to God for why
He hates me so to watch me die
A little more with every night
This man comes in and rapes my life.
But little girls grow up, my friend
And learn the wicked ways of men.
And this mask I wear comes off the day
This mask I wear lays on your grave.
©1997 Terry Moore
And
I Dream of You
I don't know why but I do
Dream of you.
Losing you
I dream of you.
I don't know why but I do
Think of you.
Though we're through
I think of you.
Is it the same way for you?
Doesn't hi and goodbye sound so cruel?
How can I take my heart from you?
Even even though I'm losing you,
I still dream of you.
I dream of you.
I don't know why but you still
Give me chills.
Through your faults and pills
You still give me chills.
Is it the same way for you?
Doesn't hi and goodbye sound so cruel?
How can I take my heart from you?
When even though I'm losing you
I still dream of you.
I dream of you.
©1997 Terry Moore
I was out with my sister and was thinking about the past and remembered how Terry Moore's poems struck a cord in me. So here is to the past and moving on to the future....
by 16 year old Katchoo
This mask I wear you gave to me
One winter night beneath the trees.
It's black and blue enshrouds my life,
Surrounds my eyes and blinds my sight. This mask I wear pretends I'm here
And hides me from the awful fear
That you might find the heart of me
And take that too, beneath the trees.
This mask I wear to hide the pain.
It's all I have to keep me sane.
I just fell down, I'm told to tell.
There are no words to stop this hell. This mask I pray to God for why
He hates me so to watch me die
A little more with every night
This man comes in and rapes my life.
But little girls grow up, my friend
And learn the wicked ways of men.
And this mask I wear comes off the day
This mask I wear lays on your grave.
©1997 Terry Moore
And
I Dream of You
I don't know why but I do
Dream of you.
Losing you
I dream of you.
I don't know why but I do
Think of you.
Though we're through
I think of you.
Is it the same way for you?
Doesn't hi and goodbye sound so cruel?
How can I take my heart from you?
Even even though I'm losing you,
I still dream of you.
I dream of you.
I don't know why but you still
Give me chills.
Through your faults and pills
You still give me chills.
Is it the same way for you?
Doesn't hi and goodbye sound so cruel?
How can I take my heart from you?
When even though I'm losing you
I still dream of you.
I dream of you.
©1997 Terry Moore
I was out with my sister and was thinking about the past and remembered how Terry Moore's poems struck a cord in me. So here is to the past and moving on to the future....
