Being the fool I was
I never saw her hidden agenda
Was I blinded by love?
Cos it wasnt lust
What was I holding on for?
Better times or days?
Was it all worth it?
Who was the one to gain?
Would I do this once more?
Or was this a sign?
So much given for so little
The better ones suffer
I guess that's just the way life goes
Being the fool I was
A fool no more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem