How fickle I am,
with these words I write.
I write of love
and of its might,
to move emotional mountains,
at the darkest of night,
yet, I flit with feelings
to family and friends,
as I'm having a struggle
when trying to pretend.
How fickle I am,
with these words I write.
I write of love
and of its might,
to move emotional mountains,
at the darkest of night,
yet, I flit with feelings
to family and friends,
as I'm having a struggle
when trying to pretend.