Treasure Island

Didith Marcelo

(January 1,1989 / Phillippines)

Fools, Watch Out!


Silly is the one who play of a man's heart,
Fool is the one who let woman's cry.
Their name is a byword of curse,
And a taunt for everyone who hears it.

Cheaters are only cheating themselves,
They are filled with lust,
Knowing untrue, beneath importance.

Those who have been hurt,
May not remember the pain any longer.
But those who caused the pain,
They may remember what they have done,
Even heaven may remembered.

Redicule is what will be, in their way,
Tasting the consequence,
Shame will glare,
Enduring the awful feelings
Will dig per se,
And then, they will no longer be fools anymore.

Submitted: Monday, May 27, 2013
Edited: Monday, May 27, 2013

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No one can stay fools forever.

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