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The Fool

Only a fool would sell all of his stuff

Pack up his car

And drive across the country 

To live with a married lady

Who doesn’t even want to live with him


Only a fool

Would be defeated

By the smallest speed bump in our road


She tells me that asking her what to make us for dinner

Is ruining this relationship


Only a fool would fall in love with the idea of me 

And not who I actually am 


It’s thanksgiving

And I want to go home 


Only a brave man would set aside his pride

To admit he made a mistake 


Only a fool would change his life

For a woman who isn’t in love with him


Only a writer would use his suffering as a muse


Only a fool focuses on the one thing that annoyed them about their partner

While forgetting all of the good things 

Only a fool lets that ruin their day


Only someone who has never been loved back

Would fall for this trap


Only a fool would stay at a hotel tonight 


Only a crazy person keeps it all in

Just to avoid the fight


I only wanted to make her a meal should would enjoy when she got home . . .


Only I would throw my life away

So I don’t have to be alone . . .


It’s too soon for the fire to die

It’s too soon to live in a lie

It’s too soon not to try

It’s too soon to let a good thing go

It’s too soon to forget how we’ve grown

It’s too soon to give up

It’s too soon to feel this much



I am a fool

Always have been

But I am fool for love

And that’s okay with me 


CH 11/30/25

 
 
 

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