My Foolish Heart
I am tired of your callous game,
You still toy with my sensitive side.
Too bad, my foolish heart is to blame,
Wish I loved with my cold-blooded mind.
You still toy with my sensitive side -
Cruelly crumpling, stealing what’s left.
Wish I loved with my cold-blooded mind -
You’d be sued for emotional theft.
Cruelly crumpling, stealing what’s left,
Now I know we were doomed from the start.
You’d be sued for emotional theft,
If not for my torn tenderised heart.
Now I know we were doomed from the start,
As you neither care nor set me free.
If not for my torn tenderised heart,
You would never be my cup of tea.
I care no more and set myself free,
Too bad, my foolish heart is to blame,
You are neither my cup nor my tea,
I am tired of you callous game.
April 1, 2022
Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2022
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