The masks (or costumes) we choose to wear
Today I wear pink as to match the blush on my cheek
from the glare of the boy across the room
Today I wear blue as to match the coldness of my fingernails
from the stormy skies that broke our shelters
Today I wear red as to match the cherry stains of my lips
from the orchards we hid in after the rain
Today I wear yellow as to match the sun burned highlights of my hair
from the longs walks to find home
Today I wear white as to match the eagerness of my eyes
from the wait of his reply
Today I feel naked
as there is no act from where I take my clothes
he stares at me
Oh how I feel the need to put something on