...There's a reason or two why
clowns bother me
Those overgrown lips that devour
the lies underneath to
tell a tale of smiles dictates a
system of fallacy so
convincing that
we embrace it as if
it is
happiness
The eyes that paint the sky with sunshine
radiant... magical
They conceal a story of
bones
and dust
And we crave for the comedy
each day and
we laugh and we forget that
clouds get dark
til it rains and we find ourselves
drowning...
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC
...There's a reason or two why
clowns bother me
Those overgrown lips that devour
the lies underneath to
tell a tale of smiles dictates a
system of fallacy so
convincing that
we embrace it as if
it is
happiness
The eyes that paint the sky with sunshine
radiant... magical
They conceal a story of
bones
and dust
And we crave for the comedy
each day and
we laugh and we forget that
clouds get dark
til it rains and we find ourselves
drowning...
Mek
Feb23.13
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