June 3rd, 2007
Fools Prayer
I bite my tongue more than i speak…do you really think that I am that weak.
Your actions don’t speak louder than your words…
if you ask me they sometimes hurt.
I try to think what’s going on in your head…once I see then it is feelings i dread…
How can it be? I ask myself…he let it be…am I surprised…not really…shit seems the same…will it ever change?
Who is the fool?…that is what I ask.
He thinks it is me but he is the one with the mask.
He thinks I am a fool…so what can I do
He thinks I am a fool…if it were you what would you do?
The covers are not over my eyes
I must admit it is no surprise…
Taken a fool he may think…but I see him as a drink.
Something I like and something I need…but sometimes, most times harmful indeed…
Who is do decide in the end…is he my lover or just a friend? Only time will tell…and I pray that all is good and well.