The charm prevailed all over, as you stepped into
The grand masquerade
Coquettish smiles and sly gestures
Of high profile fame and name
Dragged you down to the dance floor
And you got lost in their alluring smell.
Shifting partners like 'moving toy-shop of their heart’
With giggles and laughs and varying vanities to flaunt.
Amidst the crowd you failed to see
A face behind the curtains blue
Watching as your charisma takes over
With the aching pain of which you had no clue
You loved the glam, the dazzles, the shimmer
Mingled well along with the tune
And her eyes just blinked away that drop
Which took your name in mute.
Here you walk pass her
Proud with the trophies gracing your sides
Engrossed so much in fakeness of heart
That little you care of living one lie
But she, there, believed in truth
Held onto it, in light and in shade,
As she slowly retreats to where she had started
The fake masquerade…
