We made fun of love,
as if we're two clowns.
We let ourselves trip,
be humiliated and take it as a joke.
We have used the name of love,
for entertainment.
We viewed love,
as something lifeless.
Something that
we can shrug off easily.
We did not consider,
the consequences.
Now, love's knocking
at our door.
He doesn't have the silly make-up
nor the funny wig.
He's not wearing a smile,
he's sporting a frown.
We made fun of love,
as if we're two clowns.
It's too late when we realized,
love is a cruel joke with no punchline.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
