Jen Foster Poet
I was a novice without a trade
You were an orphan without a name
I was a fighter you couldn't train
And you the flyer on higher planes
I was the secret you couldn't keep
And you the keeper who held the key
I was a criminal out on the streets
And you the lawyer defending me
Of all of the things I could do
I made a fool out of you
With every lie you believed
You made a poet out of me
I was the writer of careless words
And you the reader who finally learned
I'm just a liar in love with love
And you the dreamer just waking up
Of all of the things I could do
I made a fool out of you
With every lie you believed
You made a poet out of me
You're the rain and you're the skies
And I'm a thousand half-ass lies
It's painful but it's true
And I'm the only fool I see
Ain't that a twisted irony?
A different point of view...
