Fool On My Knees
Tilly Rivers
Reaching out into the air
Seeing the colours that aren’t really there
When will I learn that love is a fable
And stop falling on my knees like a fool
Raise my hands to the sky
Clenched fists begging why
Why am I such a fool to believe?
Why am I such a fool to still care?
It does not seem to matter how much you hurt me
I still have a spot that won’t let you go inside me
I’m not a silly person without backbone or brain
Why am I such a fool when it comes to you?
Let him go my mind screams
Let him go my spirit begs from the pain
Yet my heart hangs on like a fool
A fool on my knees
Seeing the colours that aren’t really there
When will I learn that love is a fable
And stop falling on my knees like a fool
Raise my hands to the sky
Clenched fists begging why
Why am I such a fool to believe?
Why am I such a fool to still care?
It does not seem to matter how much you hurt me
I still have a spot that won’t let you go inside me
I’m not a silly person without backbone or brain
Why am I such a fool when it comes to you?
Let him go my mind screams
Let him go my spirit begs from the pain
Yet my heart hangs on like a fool
A fool on my knees
4 comments:
Tilly-you always have a way with words, a magic weaver of feelings so cleverly expressed. We have all been a fool when it comes to love-it is so nice to know we are not alone in the shame of our heart.
Mary Anne Billings, NY
Tilly-I hope to see you in NY soon, I see you are still the best!
~Luc~
There is a comment on the internet that you are no longer going to be writing erotica Tilly---is this true?
As Mr. Melvin said...very nice!
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