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Moody Love

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.

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