Call over a telephone

Call over a telephone

A Poem by Jonathan Torres

Your words enter my mind
I giggle because you are so kind
Smiles upon smiles are on my face

Along goes the dark cloud, so says my mind
No longer will the sad clown return...it also mentions
For i am happy with thee
Will it be? or not to be?
Two questions 
Only two
Must be answered
To clear my mind

So along goes the dark cloud
And so does the sad theater clown
With his face of white and blue tear drops

I lay on my bed completely spaced out
You say "are you there?" "did you hear what i said?"
Without doubt showing it's face i reply yes to both
You breath in
And i see a smile in my mind
So let this chapter begin says I

© 2014 Jonathan Torres


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Added on July 2, 2014
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