Fickle
You are a connundrum
Wrapped in an enigma
Smothered in a mystery
Flip Flop Flip Flop
When will it stop
Where will the ball drop
Always in your court it seems
Back and forth
Ebb and flow
Pendulum swings
And I never know
What your heart says today
Possibly nothing
Yet there's always something
The confusion is maddening
When your emotions
Seem to change
With the blowing of the wind
Fickle as a breeze
Tease Tease Tease!
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