𝕬 𝕾𝖆𝖉 𝕻𝖔𝖊𝖙 𝕴𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊

Fool

You make me feel like a fool,
waiting for you, caught up in this cruel
game of glances, quick smiles, and half-given signs,
stranded here, reading between invisible lines.

I linger in places I know you might be,
eyes searching the hallways, hoping you'll see
me standing right there, hoping for more—
but you walk past, leaving me wanting, unsure.

You make me feel like I'm chasing a ghost,

like I'm lost in a daydream I want the most.

Still, I keep waiting, a fool in the end,

but maybe someday, you'll turn and we'll mend.