Only A Fool
The tears won't come
They are all inside
Slowly smothering my very soul.
To be able to cry,
Just to rid my heart of its ache
would bring joy beyond compare.
Yet, to cry would mean failure.
I am strong, I don't look back.
I keeping fighting, moving forward.
No matter how much the hurt, I won't cry.
I will keep my pride.
If he can, so can I.
For I am stronger than he.
Only a fool would have fell for him
and it took this fool to do it.
So I must stand up and face it.
I was a fool, but wasn't he?
He fell for me.
He just wasn't strong enough to be mine.
So as I sit here by the phone,
I wait, in vain, for him to call
and I know that again I am wrong.
For when a man cannot face love
He finds his strength in the weakness of it.
Love is a strange thing.
We all want it, we all give it, we all take it;
And a fool it is that says he doesn't.
Copyright Sara A. Gardner 1961