A Fool Just For You


Am I a fool,
To feel the way I do,
To feel this way for you,
My heart is calling out for you.
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Was I a fool,
To think you could feel this way to,
To think you might want me,
And that your heart might call for mine.
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Well if I’m a fool,
Then let it be know,
And let it be said,
I am a fool in love,
And I am a fool just for you.

Covhypocrite


We’ve all heard of Covidiot,
The one that wouldn’t stay,
The suggested two meters away.
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Well I give you Covhypocrite,
The one who couldn’t stay,
Home when they told us to.
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Some people are a stain,
On the boxers of politics,
And should be lost in the wash.
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But some stains are strong,
Like our recent Covhypocrite,
And require a long cycle.
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Some Covhypocrites were humble,
And fell on their sward,
While others just cycle on.
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Not caring for the damage,
They have done,
Or how it looks to everyone.
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But a Covhypocrite,
Is just another form,
Of Covidiot.

What You Do To Me


I hear your name,
It sends a shiver down my spine,
I see your picture,
It sends me wild,
I feel your breath,
It sends my heart racing,
I feel your body next to mine,
It sends my mind running.

Right Place, Wrong Time


So it would seem,
My heart would be,
In the right place,
At the wrong time.

I love you,
But you can’t love me,
And I am happy,
Although you’ll never be mine.

What makes me happy you see,
Is knowing you are in love,
Even if its not with me,
I’m happy if your happy just as it should be.

Ode To Facebook Jail


I sit here in my cell,
My bars the popup I get,
When I click the status box.
The punishment is silence,
The accusation of spamming,
A crime I did not commit.
Some automated bot,
Decided my fate,
Judge jury and executioner.
And my right to appeal?
Non existent,
Hidden behind a broken feature.
So I’ll sit silent,
In my Facebook Cell,
Staring at my Facebook wall.

One Day Will You Marry Me?


I dream of a day,
I can get down on one knee,
And ask you if you’ll marry me.

But I know that for now,
These are just dreams,
And may never be.

But give me my day,
And give me my time,
I will ask you to marry me.

Words of Love


If I could write a poem that would make you love me,
I would have written it already.
If I could write a song that would make you see,
How much you really mean to me.
If words could only make you feel,
The way I feel for you.
But songs and poems and words of love,
Never mean as much as a hug.