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Fool to love


Foolish  and deceptive 

 
Of what the true meaning of love might be 
 
Thinking so far ahead of the game that can possibly cross my path
 
I can't stop think about forever because who knows how love can effect you 
 
I'm a fool to think and possibly wish I could have someone like you 
 
For myself atleast 
 
Fool to love , when there's so many tricks and mind hurdles that go along this pathetical description of love 
 
Love is a trick a game that can play with your emotions each step you take 
 
One step into the lions cave and your done 
 
Even forgotten about 
 
That's the thing about love , it changes you.
 
Forms you into this person a human being you never recognized before. 
 
This person who isn't meant to fall for someone who gets you nervous or your heart beating at this unwarily rate 
 
A fool is someone who doesn't quite understand the possible things they do to ruin themselves 
 
I start to understand why I was so grateful to have you 
 
Even if it was just a moment or even a figure of my imagination 
 
Love does something to you, it breaks you. It lifts you up
 
It gives you someone who you can't help but think about 
 
There all you have for the time being 
 
Holding you tight, my fingers softly touching your hair, your laughter fills the air, your minty breath on my skin 
 
The momentums of you I will remember 
 
You sang to me the lovely songs of the momentums of us together  
 
I thought you were my forever 
 
But oh I was so wrong, why should I love someone when the feelings don't reflect 
 
The feelings I thought we had only go one path when it should be both ways 
 
Us working as one  , being the team we use to be 
 
I'm a fool in this game, I should know the game as my career in this game has just started not even close to finishing it quite yet
 
 I thought 
 
 
Love is a passion , it's a common ground that's is as brutal as a battle field 
 
But as lovely as two people just meeting for the first time and somehow connecting on another level 
 
Love I don't know quite what the meaning of love is in my book at least
 
Love is complicated and confusing and I'm not sure what it quite is 
 
But I do know it has something that people fuss about 
 
It involves feelings and emotions that go along with the words I dos and I love you
 
But when the tables turn is everyone meant to fall in love 
 
Are they just supposedly 
 
 meant to meet that one person and just click.
 
They match they calculate. 
 
Like fate they were just meant for each other 
 
It's funny because that never happens in real life 
 
Maybe in fairytales you know with beauty and beast
 
But people especially me  , love is a joke 
 
It's something I've never experienced 
 
Maybe I don't even want to touch it feel it or have it 
 
I don't want the feels the blessings that love has to offer me 
 
Not if it hurts me breaks me and takes everything I have 
 
 
No not ever 
 
Value is what I have 
 
As long as I have some confidence some control 
 
In myself my life 
 
I'll be fine. 
 
Love is such a fools game 
 
It's like loosing it's no more lonely Friday nights 
 
You have two people to think about now 
 
Do you really want that. 
 
Being with someone that bad 
 
Do you need them that badly 
 
Is it worth it 
 
Being Afraid of something so powerful 
 
That's what love is its powerful 
 
It can become a mess with a matter of instance 
 
Love is a loosing game there's no right or wrong 
 
There's heartache and tears 
 
But does anyone really need that pain 
 
No they don't 
 
But love can possibly be there happiness 
 
Their joy 
 
Kindly enough it can 
 
But is love meant for everyone ?
 
It can be but falling in love isn't a choice 
 
It just happens
 
It happens and you go along with it
 
Because that's just the thing you do 
 
You go along with all of the things associated with that love thing 
 
 That love thing being the thing that 
 
Somewhat makes your life 
 
Okay is a sense 
 
The sense that everything's finally in order again 
 
A lined  
 
Once again 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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