It is foolish
A waste of precious
time
Why had I not see it?
Coming this way
Heading my way
Yet I suck up to it
Like a fool
Like an imbecile buffoon
I did not listen
I did not heed the
warning
Why did idealism look so real?
If only i realized
And not wasted four
years
of drooling over someone
making up a future
one so happy,
pleasurable
desirable
But in reality
distressful,
heartbreaking.
Scoff is too gentle a
word
It was a sneer of
disgust
loathe
jealousy
Why, o why
Had I been this fool
To waste four years in a
Paradise
A Mirage Paradise!
A waste of precious
time
Why had I not see it?
Coming this way
Heading my way
Yet I suck up to it
Like a fool
Like an imbecile buffoon
I did not listen
I did not heed the
warning
Why did idealism look so real?
If only i realized
And not wasted four
years
of drooling over someone
making up a future
one so happy,
pleasurable
desirable
But in reality
distressful,
heartbreaking.
Scoff is too gentle a
word
It was a sneer of
disgust
loathe
jealousy
Why, o why
Had I been this fool
To waste four years in a
Paradise
A Mirage Paradise!
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