Oh, how stupid i was,
Thinking you're the one who's hurting.
How much of a fool i was,
Thinking i was the one who fed you lies.
And now, when i got it all turned,
I become a victim of you,
A victim of myself.
Oh, how much of a fool i am?
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryYour life is a line, And you put those line In the form of words. And you express your life, With the line you wrote Written by a sinful hand But an innocent eye. Thoughts of a butterfly, Written with the language Of the lion Poems are mine except...
