The masquerade ball

Spotlight fall so straight
On the perfect couple with the perfect tale
Wearing the gown of pure siphon
And the ideal mask for the masquerade ball
Standing there she was with his hands perfectly holding her,
And his eyes looking from the crowd,
Holding my breath, preventing my tears from becoming the spotlight of that crowd
There was undeniable affection between them and unmeasurable grief in my heart
I want to be in her place
Want to lit the place with you and me as "us"
I can be the darkness for u to shine
But can't be the darkness you never explore...

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