FICKLE

How things can change so suddenly
It happens in the blink of an eye
The fickleness of human emotion
As transitory as the blues of the sky

It strikes without heed or warning
The change in the shades of red
The heart’s impulses so whimsical
Constantly looking for new waters to tread

Maybe I was meant to be a bird
Always looking for reasons to fly away
So my darling, I’m sorry if I break your heart
You know I was never truly meant to stay

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About Alia Sabino

A free-spirited soul always yearning for adventure and new experiences, she writes to make sense of the world she lives in. When given the choice, she always chooses love, whatever that choice may be.

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