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The Fool

In search of friendship, i'm always the fool by my caring nature upon others ...

I'm tired of being made a fool
of those silent nights
making my mind think terrible words

a friendship blossoming
but just like the flowers that grow with water
it all withers and dies in the end

words once spoken
of opening oneself to a brave new world of someone's life
blackened by the darkness encountered

saying hello is hard
for someone like me to master such bravery
goodbyes are bitter pills I must swallow

cut the string that binds us together
severing the ties of friendship, I'd hoped to make
pains my breaking heart

a connection
with others in this cold, lonely bubble, I live within
burst by the prick of a pin of ignorance

a caring nature
that strikes a chord upon those I meet
who take advantage of my warmth

the jester's outfit
I am constantly forced to wear upon this demonic skin
a smile hiding silent screams

the fool I have become
once more upon this hollowed ground I walk
returning to the deep cave beneath

humanity has forgotten
the true essence of what friendship means to some
wallowing in a world of silent whispers

tears form oceans
slowly spreading to cover the planet we live upon
swallowing it of our own selfish attitude

so goodbye to you
my once so called friend I hoped you to become
my broken heart is your rewards


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