"You break me, you shake me, then make me see the real me, what i see is madness, and down right sadness, what must i do to get my mind off you"
Your laughing with the happy, of the hapless times. Sealing and coursing the reckless train of mind. For i am open, for i am mended, be the wrong, so i've attended. The wicked, the sickly, the old and lonely.
Why am i hear? What do i do? What can i see? How to move? Are you away? Am i gone? How will i know, my rights and wrongs?
You saw me
You left me
You broke me
You fixed me
What me i do, to serve you?
What do i do, to keep you?
"I am forever attached, for all of my emotions have been hatched, through to way of my path, and my chin of truth, how can i survive, knowing im attached to you..."
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Poems for the Crooked Clown
PoetryThese 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.
