You think I’m foolish,
I do not comprehend…
The things that transpire behind my back.
Let me tell you this,
But it’s good to be foolish,
Than to be wise.
For this world sees not with kindness
On those who fight,
Test of our patience.
Let me be stupid,
And away from all the games you play.
You, who claim to be mine.
I seek not your approval.
I seek not your love.
I seek the stupidity of an infamous fool.
She didn’t mourn during the last rites. Numb with bereavement, she stood motionless.
They lowered his body into the earth and therewith buried her spirit.
She had not wept at all in days. They shook her, wailed, brought forth memories of him, but to no avail.
She had lost the will to feel…
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I have been infatuated by several men.
Some for their Adonis like frames.
Some for their mere sensibilities.
Others for their strength of character.
But I’ve learned to love just one.
Yes, I’ve learned.
And once you learn something…
It takes a lot of will and time to unlearn it.
It has the power to heal.
It is your saving grace.
It is your escape.
When the world is closing in on you.
It will show you the horizon.
Open a new avenue.
It smells sweet.
The beautiful scent of knowledge and power.
It’s your healer.
It’s your friend.
It’s your solace.
It’s your refuge.
Your perfect hiding place.