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..1. . the fool remakes himself into a bard and no one laughs when he says this out loud because a crying fool brings only melancholy and misery and as for the bard? well, the bard feels foolish about so many things the question still stands begging for an answer if loving you was one of those foolish things still, the bard would like to think he understands what falling in love is like if only from an artistic standpoint like the poet to the muse after all, hearts can’t be reasoned with and this bard has made quite a career out of being maudlin welcomes fits of melancholy with open arms knowing that a good ballad a misguided declaration of love is impossible to write without have a good cry while doing it 2. and sometimes there is so much hurt in those tears that if feels like anger but the bard does not know who it is directed at and does that really matter? for, while the anger of a poet runs deeper than blood and bone the love of a poet is an infinite thing maybe not a thing to say aloud though, what is a bard without the sweetness of his voice? fingers tenderly plucking at his own heartstrings pulled taut again and again nothing as poetic as that will eventually break even if the bard tries his damndest to shatter knuckles against his growing loneliness because, sometimes, the truth is saying that you’ve made him cry and meaning it when he confesses to missing being no more than a fool what does a fool know of love? of heartbreak of empty bottles and emptier promises the fool knows nothing at all and the bard would like that back, so tired of collecting the coins made from making a broken heart sound like such a beautiful thing
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Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 2:47 AM UTC
the fool and the bard, parts 1&2
..1. . the fool remakes himself into a bard and no one laughs when he says this out loud because a crying fool brings only melancholy and misery and as for the bard? well, the bard feels foolish about so many things the question still stands begging for an answer if loving you was one of those foolish things still, the bard would like to think he understands what falling in love is like if only from an artistic standpoint like the poet to the muse after all, hearts can’t be reasoned with and this bard has made quite a career out of being maudlin welcomes fits of melancholy with open arms knowing that a good ballad a misguided declaration of love is impossible to write without have a good cry while doing it 2. and sometimes there is so much hurt in those tears that if feels like anger but the bard does not know who it is directed at and does that really matter? for, while the anger of a poet runs deeper than blood and bone the love of a poet is an infinite thing maybe not a thing to say aloud though, what is a bard without the sweetness of his voice? fingers tenderly plucking at his own heartstrings pulled taut again and again nothing as poetic as that will eventually break even if the bard tries his damndest to shatter knuckles against his growing loneliness because, sometimes, the truth is saying that you’ve made him cry and meaning it when he confesses to missing being no more than a fool what does a fool know of love? of heartbreak of empty bottles and emptier promises the fool knows nothing at all and the bard would like that back, so tired of collecting the coins made from making a broken heart sound like such a beautiful thing
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Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 2:47 AM UTC
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