Paper Clown

You pretend me to be a king or an ace.
As a plain paper clown I have to embrace
Stupid bells on my hat and a grin on my face.

Revealed from the jacket, I still hesitate.
When I speak of my feelings, it's always too late.
You return me to deck, and it's only my fate.

Silent master of tricks, hidden deep in the lane,
I am jester of love, loosing more then you gain
Each time shuffled, played and discarded in vain.

The touch of your fingers, the taste of your skin.
I slip from your hand, determined to win,
Just to fall to my doom on moonlit fields of green.

Trough cigarette smoke of flushes and straights
I used to endure all whatever awaits,
Rising up to oppose those, who miscalculates.

Even bright painted fool can at least realize,
Turning hearts into diamonds is not always wise.
But one look is enough to drown in your eyes.

Still, I gladly remain to be one of your toys,
Because a mere reflection makes me rejoice
That a sinister joker can be a right choice.