Take me home
What kind of fool am I?
The kind that cares too much.
Why do I bother when I am always let down?
Because I never think it will hurt as such.
Why continue chasing my tail?
After all I know I am destined to fail.
Why bother pursuing you?
It’s not so I can keep feeling blue.
Yet I do.
That’s the way of life for a fool I’ve learned
Give and give with no return
Not selfish; no, not expecting
I should be more self-respecting.
I care for others most times too much
as far as I remember that has been my crutch
Obviously, I’m alone in my feelings
Or you’d be here with me, not letting me be
Laying in bed with miserable thoughts in my head
And staring at the ceiling
What kind of fool am I?
One that will offer my heart on which to dance
Why do I bother when I am always let down?
Because the fool always thinks he really had a chance.
I thought I did.
More poems as if you care to read them, page one
More poems as if you care to read them, page two
