PassionFay

In the realm of love's foolish games,
There walks a lonesome fool, untamed,
With every breath, hope's ember ablaze,
But now, weary heart, sings a different phrase.

Once, a devoted soul, steadfast and sure,
This fool sought solace, love's sweet allure,
Through battles fought, both near and far,
Their heart, a warrior's, a cherished star.

But oh, how fortunes have now turned,
Love's paths twisted, trust so fiercely burned,
The fool, once blinded by passion's adorn,
Now peers through wiser eyes, world-worn.

No longer will this fool dance to love's tune,
For scars remain, etched deeply, immune,
Through shattered dreams and broken trust,
This fool's heart crumbles into helpless rust.

Yet, in the ashes of love's bitter end,
A flame flickers, refusing to descend,
For even fools find strength to mend,
To rise above, and a new chapter transcend.

No longer a puppet in love's charade,
This fool reclaims their spirit, unafraid,
With independence like a sacred art,
They bid farewell, dear love, from their heart.

Though the path ahead may seem unclear,
This fool embraces the journey, without fear,
For wisdom gained from love's backlash,
Ignites their spirit, no love to detach.

So, raise your voice, oh fool of old,
Reclaim your worth, let the truth unfold,
For though love may leave you black and blue,
You rise anew and discover love anew.

Passionfay