My feelings for you are like tears of a clown,
You may never see them because there is paint over his frown,
A clown is a lonely person,
although never alone,
when the paint comes off,
he still has to go home.
I juggle my thoughts,
and weigh all my facts,
It gets really hard,
going through life as an act.
So I'll put on some paint,
and I'll make me a smile,
and my feelings for you,
you won't so for a while.
Micheal R. Levreault
