Authors Notes: A short little thing I did about Spiek and his taste in women.
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Love's Fool
You've never been lucky at love.
Hard to believe, you're quite a catch.
You're first love,
She didn't feel the same way.
It's okay, you can cry on my shoulder.
Your second love was mental,
And never really loved you anyway.
You were just a replacement.
Nobody could replace you.
Your third love was your replacement.
I have to admit, you were nasty to her.
Well, she was a twat.
I'm not a twat.
Your current love interest,
Well, she hates your guts.
Now how is that a healthy relationship?
You're a fool for love,
Picking the wrong ones every time.
But never picking the right ones,
The ones that are right in front of you.
When will you stop being love's fool?