Fickle
As Fickle As A Feather Floating Across The Sky
She Really Doesn't Have A Clue
She Can't Make Up Her Mind Confusion Instead Of Confidence Is All That's Left Behind
Asking Honest Questions Answering With A Lie
Hiding Behind An Open Door But Opening A Window To Escape
Shows She Can't Concentrate She Can't Think Straight Craving Comfort While Causing Discomfort And Discord As Lonely As The Sun Has Ever Been Before
Copyright © Brandie Osborn | Year Posted 2017
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