The stage is set,
the game face is on,
on cue,  the lines fall
one by one.
Predicting the outcome...

In silence I mouth the words
I know to come,
the script gives itself away
with every word you say.

I try to break the flow,
I go where you don't intend
for me to go.
I try to reach you,
to break through,
the masquerade designed
to make you blue.

I wonder,
is love enough
to end the show?