Fickle Love
Though love has never been a friend of mine
She always seems to knock at my heart's door
Convincing me to trust her "one last time"
And promising that she will stray no more
The second she walks in things start to change
My mouth grows dry, I'm weak and feeling ill
She takes control and starts to rearrange
Where once was calm is now a fire drill
But without notice one day she moves out
To leave my life in total disarray
Her leaving simply reinforced my doubts
Avowing that my trust has been betrayed
Heartbroken once again by fickle love
She'll knock again someday, she always does
an original poem by Daniel Turner
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