April Fool
I ain’t your April fool
Not your plaything anymore
Wrapped my heart with steel and wool
Sent you stomping out my door
Cause I ain’t your April fool
I’ve got thunder in my soul
I’m done playing by your rules
I’m done walking on your coals
You ain’t my April fool
You made sure of that yourself
Say I’m stubborn as a mule
But at least I know myself
So I ain’t your April fool
Best get used to what you lost
A memory, ghost, or ghoul
The price your silence cost
But I ain’t your April fool
Though I know you’ll miss my touch
And when the moon is full
Don’t dream of me too much
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I'm a Grad student now studying Biochemistry and Biophysics (not sure how I got there). I guess I've been using this site for nearly 8 years now though sometimes I went years without writing much of anything. I write what I feel and I write what I need to let go of. Sometimes I write about a dream or a nightmare I had, If I can tell the difference. I fell in love for poetry in high school and continued to write in college. I hope to publish a book someday as well (leave a comment if a poem speaks to you). P.S. My Instagram is @CottonCandyPoems
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