The Clown
I was the clown that made you laugh
Our phone calls never ended
Because we didn't want to say goodnight.
Our lonely lives then found sunlight.
You sang a song to me
Down the telephone line
And my heart danced in rhyme
And love was fine.
I am the clown that made you cry
Those phone calls echo now
Because I didn't want to say goodbye
My lonley life returned to the dark
And my soul sang my own lament.
Another two lovers have played out their part
While I still look for pieces of my heart.
My love just came and went
Spent.
poem by Kevin East
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