I know someone thats hard to please,
seems I stay on bended knee,
asking what she wants from me,
am I just a fool?
It's true in times when I don't know,
she has no problem saying so,
exactly how its supposed to go,
she can be so cruel.
If I could find another love,
dressed in lace and velvet gloves,
who would pick me up when down I'm shoved,
I could let her go.
But for now it seems I'm stuck right here
on pins and needles and breathing fear,
trembling every time shes near,
thinking it don't show.
But I can see it in her eyes,
she's filled with joy to see me cry,
and all my friends ask me why?
Its because no one wants to be alone...
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fool-10/
