People call you a fool.
Why?
Is it because you do everything you're told?
Or because you can't make the right decisions?
Let me be your eyes,
That guide you in the right direction.
"Why? Why help me?", you ask?
I love you,
That's why.
It pains me to see you do those things.
My heart aches when they call you names.
Most of all I hate myself,
For not telling you sooner.
So please forgive me,
And let me shield you with my arms.
Our love is strong,
For we are fools.

Fiction: 08/22/08 | Posted By: Enzeru no hikari | 0 comments | Personal