Thursday, 23 January 2014

Artist (c) Ian Ambrose (used without permission)

The fool
with the wool pulled over her eyes
bound and tied
by your beautiful lies
The fool
hanging by a hope, suspended in time
unable to move
pretending everything is fine
The fool
chasing dreams that'll never come true
clinging to the fantasy
that you want this too
The fool
ignoring the signs in front of her face
she's no longer wanted
she'll never feel your embrace
Some may wonder
how such a fool came to be?
When the truth is clear, anyone could see.
That is....any fool but me.

(c) SA MacNeil

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