Poem-A-Day: Day 482

Don’t Say Your Love is Killing Me

My eyes are nothing more, 
but I was willing and a show.

You could see nothing understood.

I was stupid,
but now I thought you were killing me.

You know I have deep foolish pride.

Heaven knows every scandal,
but how does it cope with nothing?

You were clever,
but you haven't got killing means.
 
I have deep foolish pride.

You know how to have feelings,
but hurt your foolish love.

I have feelings.
 
You know it means feelings, 
but not foolish pride.