(A/n. My first attempt at a sad love fic. I've quoted from Shakespeare so don't sue me anyone. I don't own the characters. That is all )
Send in the Clowns
I was adored once……
Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me, here at last on the ground -
You in mid-air.
I had let it go. Long ago my whole life had revolved around this - and now, years from that day…it still does.
Send in the clowns.
I used to love his smile - his eyes. They used to glow. See? I'm smiling just thinking of it. We were best friends, and yet in the many years I knew him, I never told him. Never told him how much I loved him. And I still do.
Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move…
I remember one night… We had been talking about everything - or nothing. I can't remember which. He leaned over and gently touched my lips with his own. I remember crying. He didn't notice. As he leaned back, and his hair fell across his forehead, I can recall reflecting on how beautiful he was - and how he would never be mine. We had just kissed, yet I knew to him it meant nothing.
And where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
To him we were friends - nothing more, nothing less. How I hated him for it. I hated him for not taking the kiss as I had… how it meant to me - there are no words for it…bliss?
And yet I said nothing. I let it eat away at me, like a worm in the bud. I was green and yellow with melancholy. I sat like patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was this not love?
What a surprise,
Who could foresee?
I've come to feel about you the way you felt about me…
Why, only now you have drifted away.
What a surprise…
What a cliché.
I remember the day so well. I had gone to tell him the truth - I found the door open. I stepped inside. I did not notice the change in atmosphere. I walked into the unhappy truth. I saw my love laying dead on the floor. His green eyes, open - yet defiant. Words could not describe my shock. As silent tears ran salty rivulets down my grief stricken face, I stood in anguish - why had I not the courage to tell him sooner.
My life, my soul, my heart - my all.
Quick send in the clowns…
Don't bother there're here.
(Please review - they mean a lot to me la la la deeee daaaaa)
Send in the Clowns
I was adored once……
Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me, here at last on the ground -
You in mid-air.
I had let it go. Long ago my whole life had revolved around this - and now, years from that day…it still does.
Send in the clowns.
I used to love his smile - his eyes. They used to glow. See? I'm smiling just thinking of it. We were best friends, and yet in the many years I knew him, I never told him. Never told him how much I loved him. And I still do.
Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move…
I remember one night… We had been talking about everything - or nothing. I can't remember which. He leaned over and gently touched my lips with his own. I remember crying. He didn't notice. As he leaned back, and his hair fell across his forehead, I can recall reflecting on how beautiful he was - and how he would never be mine. We had just kissed, yet I knew to him it meant nothing.
And where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
To him we were friends - nothing more, nothing less. How I hated him for it. I hated him for not taking the kiss as I had… how it meant to me - there are no words for it…bliss?
And yet I said nothing. I let it eat away at me, like a worm in the bud. I was green and yellow with melancholy. I sat like patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was this not love?
What a surprise,
Who could foresee?
I've come to feel about you the way you felt about me…
Why, only now you have drifted away.
What a surprise…
What a cliché.
I remember the day so well. I had gone to tell him the truth - I found the door open. I stepped inside. I did not notice the change in atmosphere. I walked into the unhappy truth. I saw my love laying dead on the floor. His green eyes, open - yet defiant. Words could not describe my shock. As silent tears ran salty rivulets down my grief stricken face, I stood in anguish - why had I not the courage to tell him sooner.
My life, my soul, my heart - my all.
Quick send in the clowns…
Don't bother there're here.
(Please review - they mean a lot to me la la la deeee daaaaa)