One Ell of a Mess

You take my high, and you turn it around You see my smile, and smash it to the ground My happiness is turned upside down In your despair I wallow and drown You could turn vivid colour a murky brown! What goes through your head? I don't know! You can arouse in me so much sorrow I hope you feel better tomorrow When a bit of sunshine you may borrow And my brow may you not furrow! You seem caught between the devil and yourself Always looking for a friend with wealth The messages you send me are clearly spelt Like a collage of cotton pieces attatched to felt Amid those sinless stones you cast and pelt! Too often I feel hard done by, from you Trying to milk tears from my eyes so blue Or leave me feeling like a piece of poo Cos your bored with little else to do It wouldn't hurt so much, If I didn't really love you!! ©John-Ovan.P.Hull