do i just
love the feeling
being batted
with lashes
sure strangled
with lies
when her ability
to set me free
burns out
with goodbyes
did i just
love the feeling
being the fool
that'd just might
do the things
she can't abide
but her ability
to set me free
was now a keep
she can't confide
i think, i did
love the feeling
being wrapped
with luring rhymes
being strapped
with stolid signs
that though her ability
to set me free
accords—it now
declines
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Fools
PoetryA collection of poetry found its way juxtaposed with short works of prose, conveying talks about what comprises the life of a fool, what it takes to be such, and whatnots in between. Fools is a book of poems and prose alike, dedicated for those who...
