the fool

It begins, love came to me,
My heart begins to fill with hope,
Then it withered and died,
Once again I am struggling to cope.

Once again I am alone.
How could love be so cruel?
Lied to, cheated on again,
Why must I always be the fool?

Why did you think,
It wouldn’t hurt,
That you left me for another?
Tossed aside like dirt.

Once again the fool.




Poetry by amy-leigh
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Written on 2006-07-28 at 02:40

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