The man

A poem of a break

I ask
who is the man behind the mask

For the man above
what are doves without the meaning of love
who do i have to be
to make him love me

With the air in my hair
Him just standing there
He's smiling sweet and sincere
My mind starts to cheer

i need him to be mine
The clock strikes nine
He is gone without a trace
i lack the feeling of his embrace

the man i once knew
now i have no clue
he is not the man i know
but my heart still woe