The Fool
The other guys
their flowers wilt
in the shade of your eyes
Lustful words land on deaf ears;
Their voices quieted
by the sound of your silence;
What four letter word can I use?
‘Damn’ ‘Hell’ or simply ‘true’;
What would work for you?
Everything’s different now;
No longer a lump in my throat,
feels a little more like two;
I know it’s not what you want,
what you meant to do;
Paint me a clown, color me the fool;
I just want to know, if that works for you.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2019
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