Last Laugh


Sobs and tears stream your face

As you look down at me in a daze.

'I am sorry.' You say to me.

Isn't it too late for such apology?

The harm is done and I fail this game;

You win the prize as I fall apart,

You get the praises while I endure the taunts.

Doing the things I did just for you,

In a whirlpool of doubts I getter my senses:

Yes, I answer. I am a fool in love with you.

Too bad you never see it through.

My feelings for you run to waste

As I hung myself on a self-made noose:

The weight of sorrow is so hard to bear.

Now that you hug me you realize it.

But who's got the last laugh?