To fall in love is that of a fool's errors
And to become the fool is my greatest terror
Because only through the naively painted rose tint of a lens,
Could the lover believe that their beloved is truly crafted by a god's own hands,
If not one themselves,
So I do not build that high shelf
On which to place a fraud upon
Lest thoughts of reason be so far gone
For only a fool would become entangled in such reckless bonds
To trust another is a grave mistake
That I have sworn myself to never again make
To prevent what has been done be done twice over,
History will not repeat itself nor ignorance takeover,
As worn am I from crying out to what seems a deaf lover
With eyes glued shut for they'd never meet mine
Not I, the uninvited guest of their soul
Yet they peel back my eyelids
And run off with the faith that they stole
Love's mistress is doom
For they both go hand in hand
Towards oblivion
With the aid of borrowed time and intoxicating adrenaline
Of a futile attempt to outrun the inevitable
Some find that fate preferable
To the company of being alone
I don’t
Because the so-called prize of love is fool's gold
And all the tales that time has ever told
Are nothing but works of fiction
And the product of infatuated addictions
Wherein my once blind heart had eyes forced open to hear the pain, feel the lies
And break the curse of being hypnotized
Like cruel love's kiss, a dizzy spell,
A truth I swore that I would yell,
That all love be damned, as life's greatest scam.
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