Why a Clown
My blue skies turned grey,
So I sit alone full of woe.
No moon to light my nights,
Or star’s to sparkle bright.
Just the sharp crack of lighting
Fill’s my broken heart.
Was it action’s not shown or words not spoken?
That makes you treat,
Me like a clown?
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