You dropped into my shattered skies,
unknown, unwanted.
A falling star, fire bright,
shocking me from soft darkness.
Dulled senses looked upon you dazed, dazzled,
entrapped within your show.
You whispered to my lonely, sick soul,
bewitching me with sweet words.
Soothing phrases I thought I would never hear.
You gave heated honey promises to a wistful heart
and I found myself desperately wanting to believe.
There was no defense for my secret desires,
those fancies I was sure I had put away.
Fantasies long past dreaming.
I was a ragged beggar at your door
and you lifted me up, gave me hope
that I could trust in love and be loved again.
You seemed to good to be true, gleaming, intense,
my golden one, a heart to treasure,
a soul to intertwine with mine .
Fools Gold, I should have known.
I was a fool to believe your sing song words,
foolish to think that you could care as deeply as you claimed.
Magic you were, all glitter and shine,
claiming to be the love of a lifetime.
Willingly I laid my love at your feet.
Fool is what I am,
for losing heart, head and all good sense to you,
and Fools Gold is what you are,
first glance all wonder and bright,
a jewel I joyfully embraced.
Too soon your tarnish began to show,
the gleam dimming, shine waning.
Then the turning away I have become accustomed to,
and fool that I was to pled
for the love you claimed you were working so hard to give.
Fool you are, at least I know love shouldn’t be hard to give,
it simply exists.
Oh,...and I have known love.
Lived with the knowledge it keeping me warm in a cold world.
Love was the best high and kisses made me drunk.
Love when it fled, felt like a piece of me had died
and I did not know how to go on or who to be from there.
My heart torn, left broken and bleeding,
never to heal or exist the same again.
So here we are,
we foolish two,
Fools Gold
and the fool that loved you.