Fickle as a flower
I love you, I love you not.
Changing by the hour,
My feelings are victims of over thought.
One day I was under your spell,
Your image on my mind.
It happened so quick I couldn’t tell.
Love’s light made me blind.
Another day I couldn’t care less.
You blend in among the crowd.
I see no reason to obsess
And I show it clear and loud.
Love is moody, it wants its way.
It changes my mind everyday.
I feel a pang as you pass and then I shrug.
Sweep my feelings under the rug.
Control is lost.
I hold myself back.
So I pay the cost,
My love story goes off track.