Fickle
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Unwanted "love"...
Sent NOT from above.
My soul craves it not...
Once on its lap I did rot.
Now I can see its face...
Before I see disgrace...
For as long as the illusion vies...
When you face the world by yourself
That path that you take may be unclear
Uncertainties will present themselves
You are dealing with a whimsical nature
Let these challenges build you up
To my heart,
My heart,
My heart
Why must you be so fickle!
You love Them now
No, now another
And next another still!
I'd have thought I'd gotten over You
My heart my heart, my fickle heart
Longs for the sun but lingers in dark
And aims for my love, but misses the mark
My heart my heart, my fickle heart
Always Gold
By R. M. Otto
I am a cad,
I am a liar
I want for all but can have none;
I yearn for hope
but am stricken from it.
All I deserve is the fire,