Last night I saw myself standing in front of you
Shouting…crying… threatening to punch a hole in your face
Saying the same lines I had said some months ago to a different cast
“How could you expect me?-
To function throughout the day,
When in every direction,
You stand at some point in my way”.
I ask myself,-
Am I stupid to have chosen you?
But I take comfort in knowing
Lovers are usually fools
But I guess its just like Tom fools when the attractive person preys on the victim
And like a fool in love ..we submit
We always fall for the odd ones,
The ones that everyone despise,
At the end it’s either as predicted,
Or a hopeful surprise.
At the end of the day it is a risk I guess, one I think I’ve taken too much
Because in my love story, there is no Prince
It’s just another April fools.