You allowed the sea to answer,
In the eve of sunrise;
When there truly was no love.
Just 8 ball responses passed over to the blind side of a two-way mirror.
Where we both saw a fool.
Yet yours has one heart,
And mine had two.

I'm drunk and confused

don't know what to do

I'm sitting here

texting you

making myself a fool

wishing for you

I don't love you anymore.
Maybe I do.
I don't want anything to do with you anymore.
But that's a lie too.
A heart broken and fixed, broken and fixed.
What kind of twisted fate of love was this?
I was fortune's fool.
I let something come over my heart and mind to rule.
I feel sick when my mind drifts upon your name.
I'm lovesick and I don't want to be, and you're to blame.
For all of my pain.
Yet none of it matters.
How I feel will never again matter.
Life goes on for you.
I don't want to hold you back.
I wish you the best...
A wave goodbye with these heavy pangs in my chest.
Fake smile painted across my face.
Feeling off and out of place.
As you walk off into the distance without a trace.
Feeling a void, what a tragic tale.
Filling the void with no avail.
Hoping our paths may cross again..
Or maybe this twisted love has finally come to an end.

Laughingly the fool is pouncing, dancing to his sound
making fun of everyone and everything around.

He must be so happy
look at his dumb smile
finding funny things that
seem so off and vile.

But he's not fooling me
I have seen his grin
thinning down into a frown
I've seen him, I've seen him...

Some nights I have even heard
strangely familiar cries
seems to me like something normal
and not a big surprise.

Silently the fool still laughs
in his final call
maybe that's just all he had
to show us after all.

On my path of Christianity,
shall I be a fool exposed…
with these words of poetry?
Or have I been transposed

into the servant that God
witnessed, before my birth?
Even though I remain flawed,
in Christ, I find my worth.

By His Spirit, my confidence
is shown in eloquent verse;
with this divine cognizance,
my contentment is immersed

in my identity with Christ.

This flower is getting sad, waiting for something that doesn't worth a wait. Just so you know I still am waiting, eventhough I know it goes to waste.

perhaps it’s the false sense of security i seek—
i’d do anything to hear those sweet words murmured in my ear,
like a lullaby from the devil.
i just want to feel safe again,
and breathe in your gentle laughter and honey smile,
even if it wasn’t me you’re laughing at,
but my naivety.

Fool me once
shame on you
fool me twice
shame on me
fool me thrice
it's ok
fool me
four times
**** it
I want to rhyme
Fool me five or six
even seven times
so be it
I always want
to be a fool for you