ballad of a foolish man

mama didn’t raise no quitter

but she sure as hell

raised a fool


i am a fool

for hope

for love

for you


and for this

bottle of vodka

like drinking the whole

thing will actually help

and not just make me

puke my brains out



and i have so much

love to give

but mostly to those

that don’t know what

real and true

love is


and the chokehold

hope has on me

only tightens


but i have learned

to let it, lover

eating matches to

burn off the darkness

inside and leave only

love and light and hope

and you you you

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