Within the context of a pseudo-masquerade   Masked by the electric hum of melodies   The mask's removal feels so far away   And so the truest form   Indeed the naked form proclaims:   The wasted nights spent counting lines like fingerprints along the ceiling   The silent reveries that never claimed to see the light of day   The proof of something real    Something devoid of self   Could shatter cityscapes   Could stop a beating heart    Yet could never produce    One single awkward word    A single broken thought   A whispered declaration   You never promised me a world without rain   And never put out the sun   Yet in the AM I've disowned you   To see the smile that would burn itself into my heart   To see the single teardrop fall the way I'd always dreamt it would   To have every thought for just one second melt into words   For just one breath   And if life goes on the way it has   These two meek decades past   At least the lines upon my ceiling   May forget my name   If nothing else is born   From this falling star   At least I will know   That I am capable of something   Deeper than myself   Deeper than our skin   Nothing in this world has ever meant so much   To me   Please