but you've done some foolish things
as you run in and out of my life
leaving welts that sting
it's like shooting at a target
missing the dead center
when I think the door is shut
once again you'd re-enter
placating my immanent grace
as each bridge you did burn
never getting the nuances
oh, the things you'll never learn
no, I didn't take you for a fool
and I may have been a fool for love
it all dries up just like the wash
when the rain stops from above
maybe you'll be sorry
maybe there's no regrets
but way down deep inside you
lays a piece of me you won't forget
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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