more garbage on the heap of love poems


not one fool excelled

If I could write a song
Filled with praise unrivaled
Perhaps you'd play along
And my sorrow be consoled.

Was never power I held
Or wisdom that I possessed.
And not one fool excelled
At love; this I can attest.

But my meager heart's ensnared
In the hope of me and you.
Words of love cannot be spared:
They're too little, far too few.

Oh flame, my flame
You've burned me down
To ashes beneath you.
Oh flame, my flame
You've burned me down
There's nothing I can do.




Poetry by halfjack
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Written on 2011-11-18 at 03:02

Tags Love  Sorrow  Fool 

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