Jacqui Broad - A Fool In Love

In the silence that follows after you've left,
I search once again for the words left behind.
Stealing a heart must also be called theft,
if it's love that blows your mind.
Maybe you didn't mean to give, but I took,
perhaps to my own detriment, but what the hell.
Now I'm crying alone in my lonesome nook -
but if you'd call, I'm sure all will be well.
Fools in love carry the scars on their heart,
bleeding love untill the last drops fall.
I thought I knew it all, and was smart -
in this silence I can hear heartache call.
A fool in love can be called a hero -
falling from the top, down to zero...

Jacqui Broad

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