The Fool
I can't hold on,
I can feel you slipping,
My grasp is weak,
My head is spinning.
I've given you everything,
Everything I can give,
But it's not enough,
How will I live?
I've played a fool,
For so very long,
Thinking I could make you happy,
I guess I was wrong.
But still I wait,
Loving you loyally,
Faithfully yours,
Hoping you'll come to me.
By: Stephanie (StephJS2)
Copyright '98 Stephanie S.
Stephanie's Poetry
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