She tangled herself
with her own stories
legs tied with guilt
and mind free to roam
curious of what's out there

She confused realities
with dreams, she diluted them
with ice cubes
to chill the hot pounding in her heart

She confessed her sins
and graffitied them on walls
hoping others will relate
and connect with that messy fate

Days are silly and nights too
why take things seriously
she asks herself before her waking hours are due

Why stutter and stumble
on pebbles of hesitation
when your heart is in overdrive
and never asking for directions?

Why panic and gag over anxiety
when it lingers in your throat
long enough for you to *****?

It's been a while
your heart is rusty
add some acid, wash it off
it will fool you oh it will
but darling
what's better than a fool
who knows himself
to be one
and willingly
fearlessly
welcomes
all sense
of
spontaneity

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Love never made me a fool,
It was my choices that made me a fool.

You've degraded someone you cannot even reach the peak of.

You shall perish from this bittersweet world,
By the hands of a lady you've forgotten and didnt know
By a person who seek vengance for what you've done
She's sick of everything up until now.
Realizing that this foolish love is making her stupid head crumble.
Its annoying.

And I hope she’ll be a fool, that’s the best thing a girl can be, is a beautiful little fool.
To see no fault and see no cause, a demeanor that elicits the ceasing of qualms
She will drink mint tea while sitting with glee on top of a cloud above a raging storm
Her focus is precise and what she sees will be calm
I wish for my daughter to be one

She will live in a bubble, plated with the toughest material and doubled, and coated with rose-colored glass.
It will be her veil, disguising injustices too well, but her aura will always be electric
Her tears will be daisies growing amongst the lilies near a pond where there’s coy and fairies casting spells.
She will sleep and dream neutral, as the sandman began his sutures, to maintain her outlook that life is swell.
I wish for my daughter to be one

With her sway and her gallop and her nod and her twirl, she will please the sensibilities of the world.
I pray to the heavens, her angels and gods, that there will not be a crack in her armor.
For if she is to see how the world truly be, then her face will forever be furled
She is my joy and my love, a pearl necklace with a hug, a jewel that can never be matched
And I hope she’ll be a fool, that’s the best thing a girl can be. Is a
Beautiful
Little
Fool

Just hang me on a hook
Everyone has already took
Hang me with the other tools
But please, don't mistake me for a fool

I really didn't mind
Giving to others my time
For when you look, you'll find
It's the ONLY thing that's worth a dime

There really wasn't a day
That I didn't give pieces of myself way
I tried, I did all I could
Never caring I'd be misunderstood

I really was quite amused
When others thought I was being used
I don't regret how my time was spent
Or those that came and went

This is the saddest day
I can longer give any more of myself away
It's all gone, only little bits are left
In my life's path so many was in need, piece of myself away crept
Now I'll just sit and wait
See what is in my fate

Will others let me drink from their cup
Fill my spirt back up
Fill the pieces in
Let me sing again

Or will I hang on this hook and rust
Slowly turning to dust
I don't care either way
I fought for every single day

I stumbled, often fell
Ran into walls as well
But I always fought, gave it hell
I tried to spend my time well
On things that truly mattered
For that I was thought of as crazy, the Mad Hatter

They just didn't know
The meaning of life, how it goes

Don't be selfish with yourself or your time, joyfully give it away
Continue walking into the future with faith and hope someone, someday
Will give pieces of themselves to you
When your season is due.

When I was younger
I was taught to never talk with strangers
For I was gullible
And they might fool me with no apparent reason

When I was a little older
Strangers turned into acquaintances
Acquaintances turned into friends
Friends turned into lovers

I learned that my elders were right
When they told me to never talk with strangers
For I was gullible enough to be fooled
I shouldve listened to them

He pulled her in whispering words that seemed like incantations
Sure enough, they worked the same way, for she fell under his spell
She brushed the taste of sin on his lips, but kissed him anyway
At this point, she knew there was no escaping
So she held on with all her might
She looked deep in herself before losing it in his eyes, muttering words of apology
She knows she's lost, and began to slowly accept it
There was no one else to blame
She fully embraced the dried up traces forming on her cheeks
Just as she embraced the scars and the bruises that adorned the rest of her body
Her voice was too broken to call for help
She clenched her eyes tight as she desperately recited a prayer
But at this point, she was at the lowest of the low to even think of the divine
The man who was to high struck on pleasure and power took full advantage
Indeed he was a skilled artist, painting a face that would fool the untrained eye
Well, he did learn from a few artists himself
It just took him a while to pick up on their tricks
Was he merely granting the woman to free access to an unwanted class?
Or, was it an implication of hurt and its continuous cycle?