A Clown in Disguise
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A string of ties that keeps us nigh
With a hope to stride a million miles
The one that makes me feel as sweet as pie
With no loose ends on line
Or a thread of lies to set a coarse
To our timid lives
A clown that keeps me so high
With a bunch of laughter that makes me cry
A sweet tooth that giggles all the time
In a hunt for pudding in disguise
All she can thrive eventide
For a sprinkle of confetti in her dreary life
Which makes her feel alive.
Is it so devine?
To have a sister who's so alike
Nonetheless we never lookalike
Still there's a rhyme that never dwindle anytime
As a part of us that never shreds us apart
Cause love is just that twitch
That keeps us afloat every minute and more.
What if we bore from a single fruit,
With a foothold that helped us hover
In a shovel plunged with felicity and fancy for furthermore
As adding one on two makes us whole
If one gets knocked down,
then the twain can venge on
And even if we both fall apart,
But get pilled by every syndromes.
Is she the one that makes me rekindle,
Through every odds that tear me apart.
What if my teardrops tend to fall,
But I wish for this clown who always dote on,
By that skin and blister from another hearthstone.