The Fool

 I gave her precious stones
     when she was already  
       a diamond
I gave her flowers
      when she was already
a lily in a field of roses
I believed I told her everything
   she wanted to hear
and all she ever wanted was the truth
I fought her fire  
  with fire
and extinguished
 her fragile soul
So this wreckage who once  
   had it all because  
he had her
  sits alone in a room  
filled with fools
Written by Adoptedbysin
Published | Edited 3rd Feb 2017
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