F is for FAWM


fortune swings a saber, feels exciting going in
a fortnight since the 14th, feel i won't see her again
former thoughts and fairy tales are fading fast away
feeding all my follies for another lonely day
far from fighting fondness, finally found a friend
foolishly i figured that the fire would never end
failed to fan the flames and thus the future fell to fate
february famine fully filling up my plate
freely flying forth in fits of faux festivity
fenced inside this fortress of fat futility
folding up my files and footing all the bills
festooned in foo foo fashionwear fringed with frumpy frills 
fortune swings a saber, feels exciting going in
a fortnight since the 14th, feel i won't see her again