From dark past to bright future,
one sutures their heart together
after love has left them for dead.
It is said that only fools fall,
and all this time I thought I knew,
but what I was going through
was a painful blood-letting,
betting that if love didn’t conquer
all, it would give it a good fight.
I believed that right up until
I was left alone. I had gone to hell
and back so many times, I knew
the route by heart. And I would
always start back up again. You see a fool
believes. But love relieves you
of all your senses including common.
So if you perchance at romance,
proceed at your own risk and never ask
what a fool believes!
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016