And she said,
“I'm available, how about you”?
and it caught me just a little
off guard,
because, yes I guess I am
in many ways,
but no, I am not yet,
in many other ways,
but life, it is so short,
and unloved hearts,
they get so lonely,
and the empty minutes
pass like years
filled with tears.
Hearts need time to heal,
and the deeper the love,
the deeper the cut,
and the longer
that time
should be.
Don't run on that broken leg,
at best, just try to walk,
don't try singing with laryngitis,
you shouldn't even talk.
So I said,
“Yes, I am available”
as I hide my pain
behind my mask,
this so pretty smile,
and I said,
“what are you
going to do about it”?
Fools rush in,
or
get left behind.
And I am a fool
that's been left behind
to try to understand,
that which can
not be understood,
by fooled like me.
