Remiscings the Clowns I love before
Remiscings the Clowns I love before:
Tumbling and jumping from hoop to hoops
representative of paint and facetious lies,
a collectors of jars of broken hearts
cycling tracks marks upon our hearts,
an act not so amusing,
only confusion of the mind
in this game we called love.
The devil have this world so deceived,
Men are for pleasure,
Women so gullible,
its weaken our self esteem
a combination, which promotes rejection
leading to this outbreak of numerous affairs
Treacherous and devious men and women
slows downs this great artistry,
In the name of Love
Some men believe women is all about lust
His gem , his circus act
who will prevails?
and who is going to hail?
Where is the love?
like our Grandparents once shared,
so rare, but were lovable
and very noticeable, amorous
I have seen throughout my younger years.
Those clowns repeat performances weaken originality
time and money wasted on casual flings,
brief affairs, expensive motels, and hideaways,
only exits without satisfactions,
this casual affairs does bring,
why so many stunned?
Loyalty and respect would it ever be restored?
will loving each another, cost us a broken hearts?
why so many of us exiting so many doors?
is it because of those home-wrecker and whores?