The Fool
In search of friendship, i'm always the fool by my caring nature upon others ...
I'm tired of being made a foolof those silent nightsmaking my mind think terrible wordsa friendship blossomingbut just like the flowers that grow with waterit all withers and dies in the endwords once spokenof opening oneself to a brave new world of someone's lifeblackened by the darkness encounteredsaying hello is hardfor someone like me to master such braverygoodbyes are bitter pills I must swallowcut the string that bi...