Foolish to believe
I could live a dreamy life
Foolish to think
Someone would rescue me
Save me
From myself
But I never
Put myself out there
How how's anyone to know?
My true intentions?
My true feelings?
How?
Even if someone better
Comes along
And granted my desires
How could I be guaranteed
Of a good life?
Guess I'll never know
And remain a fool
Written by ©Diana Jillian 7/29/12
Picture, Poem, No Rhyme,
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