Mixed Signals
Baby, why can’t you make up your mind?
It’s killing me and wasting time
You come over and make me feel wanted
The next day you’re gone, now I’m haunted
Your ghost is still here, even when you leave
Maybe it's your feelings that I misperceive
Your actions say one thing, your words another
Sometimes it feels like I'm drowning down under
The confusion holds me under the surface
I’m afraid my emotions will resurface
Is that where your feelings lurk?
Are they only on the surface or way down deep inside?
These mixed signals are killing me and wasting time
This poem is about:
Me