<center>(copyright 2001) I wear my emotions like a badge of shame, and my heartbreak like a crown. I entertain his game, when his touches inflame, my teardrops to make smiles out of frowns. When I love him regardless, even when he's heartless, and laugh at my weary pain, his touches inflame, I wear my heartbreak like a crown, I wear my emotions like a badge of shame, for I am, my lover's clown. I dangle from strings, of meaningless flings, and nothingness things, the shamefulness brings, when I dance to his song, he loves, and hugs then leaves, I grieve, when he leaves me alone. I beg him unsure if I can endure, wearing the paint of jest, the beating [of my heart] obscures the feelings unsure, the hollowing emptiness. When sadness rings, the morning after, and the rising sun pulls me down, my tear drops bring forth his laughter, ...until my heartache halos me like a gleaming crown. I wear my emotions like a badge of shame, for I am my lover's clown. </center>Birth sign: Libra
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