"Say you care, say your there, say you'll stay, till' the time drifts away"
Those words echo in my head, banging and knocking, feel the dread. As the time turns, my head yearns, as the sky falls, paints leave the walls. Children laughing and they sing, but not all children giggle and seem. Some say the grim and dim, some say that light is not with them. More smiles, more teeth, but even more teeth knash and weep. They cling in sorrow in the morrow, feeling the broken choking and sulking.
Say your here, say your near, say that you'll NEVER disappear...
Such foolish children speak, and the floorboards still creak...
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Poems for the Crooked Clown
PoesíaThese are poems for the other side of the human heart, to enter a realm of your deepest and darkest moments to endure. Be warned, my works are original from my OWN figment of imagination and my dreams/experiences.
