The destroyed me...

Clown

The clown with painted face danced infront of her,trying to tell her stories..

Stories of their togetherness,of their beginning and of their love..

He spoke,riddles after riddles for the beauty in the room to hear,to watch..

Nights after nights,years after years,he jumped,telling tales..

Trying to show her the person behind the veil..

Yet she smiled while sipping her tea,watching the show..

And as she walked out,someone else became her hero..

And the clown still danced,for he had a mission to tell..

And the man in veil stood behind the screen,sighing,as the clown prayed to play again..

Silly clown,silly him,trying to follow someone behind the screen..