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She’s not mine, yet I feel as if I’m losing her. I care so much for a girl that I’ve never cradled. My heart loves her more than life itself. And I had to tell her how I feel about her.
I hide behind this curtain and sing But on the stage that’s not me The ringmaster lip syncs the words I want you to believe As I ghost behind the curtain where you can’t see Ringmaster does an act to distract My show in the back
My Uncle joined the circus, which is okay, I guess, if you like that sort of thing. Truth is, that sort of thing really creeps me out, like how Lunchables
Silent breakdowns So unexpected by all. The clown is always expected to stand, But never allowed to fall. No one listens When tears roll by
Run Jump Scream Cause I say so Your living because of my say so Your here because I say so Without me you'll be nothing Cause this is my circus My rules My expectaions
“It's so much fun! It's so much fun!” Said the deliriously happy red and white stripes, gliding up and down the flaps of the grand tent “It’s so much fun! It's so much fun!”
Circle And Circle Around She Spun The crowd and the stripes collide as one Every twirl, every turn Appeared A New friend Out of dust A new creature Turns ‘Round The bend
Life is a Circus. I, the juggler, on a stage blinded by the lights. The roar of the crowd, the pressure of the audience. Confused, Scared, and Unaware of what's to come next.
Life is a traveling circus, new experiences all around. People may look strange, or come off a little odd. It might seem scary to try different things. But joining that circus,
I exist in the moment between dawn and dusk Whispers of romance between lovers lips
I belong to the circus, a dynamic family where our tent is loud and full of light. Jay is the clown, putting others first with earnest eyes and bizarre antics
Come One! Come All! There's much to see. Leave behind your reality! See the acts! See the shows! Experience emotions nobody else knows. Come in! Sit down! Get your mind ready.
I am a lion Raised in a circus,
That moment when you’re deep In thoughtful conversation
Fortress of fabric She says come in Her eyes glisten with magic She knows I can’t win My mother warned me about enchanted women Spiders in their hearts, be careful or you’ll be bitten
Mister, Mister hear all about it! We come to your class every single day Just to hear you say...NOTHING! You look at us like we're circus clowns, and continue to just tear us down. We tell you we don't understand,
I wanted to write a poem about leaving, the feeling of dragging feet and twisting stomach fighting up your throat as you walk towards your car. I wanted to write a poem about missing,
Dancing words, painted masks all passing by Hazy thoughts, painful thoughts Thrown past my eyes. Three rings on the ground Why don’t you come and give it a try? Mirrors all around blurred,
I flew from circus tents into the great unknown Blue. My feet were stained with the yellow of the desert— still wet. It took one leap for the white wings I keep folded away (only showing whispers
There go circus man doin' that old clownin' pose. There go hobo man tryin' on that red foam nose. There go circus man hangin' with them trapeze girls. There go big top man off to take him in that world.
In a deep dark forest, there is a caravan of traveling strangers Hosting a creepy carnival, with many possible dangers