~Laughingstock~

I think that I have always been

A laughingstock on this world’s skin

Yet offer sincere thanks to you

With much appreciation due

For never did you cast a laugh

Which cleaved my silly soul in half

Never did you make sport of me

When you could have...so easily;

 

Yes, I am a mere laughingstock

Whose hope is in the ticking clock

For time...in time will wash away

Memories of each foolish day

Yet time will never pluck from me

My thoughts of one so dearly sweet

And you, my dear, shall ever be

The one who never laughed at me.

 

--Misery