a poem for the fools
no dust like that of the broken heart
no tears like that of pain
no reason to complain
when all the dust is from the sane
as the scars fade
the salty tears dry
leaving trails on the cheak
when you whipe, dust will fly
there is no remorse
no substitute
no peace
when love is in dispute
the sane play
the sane fade
the sane never know
the beauty love made
it is a gift for the fool
who is inlove
the salty tears
and broken heart
to know what the sane fears
no tears like that of pain
no reason to complain
when all the dust is from the sane
as the scars fade
the salty tears dry
leaving trails on the cheak
when you whipe, dust will fly
there is no remorse
no substitute
no peace
when love is in dispute
the sane play
the sane fade
the sane never know
the beauty love made
it is a gift for the fool
who is inlove
the salty tears
and broken heart
to know what the sane fears
02 apr 2005
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