Being a woman doesn’t give you the right to go from hot to cold
No middle ground, in between, midstream….just uncontrolled
Extreme positions from left to right like handles on a water faucet
One minute you’re just fine and the next minute you have lost it
Looking back into your past I could see why things seem so serious
But at what point do you realize that you can let it go and not be delirious
Treating people in your present as results from your hurtful past
Walking with your head turned backwards you’ll never see the contrast
How much longer before you look forward to see the actions of your ways
Maybe soon you’ll grow tired and be done with this childish phase
Maybe you’ll see that it’s not you that everyone is trying to offend
Maybe you’ll evolve and grow wiser and begin to comprehend
That everything does not take a negative comment or reaction
Hopefully you’ll see that what you are is what brings the attraction
I would name your blog the dreamland! While Santa knocks at our door just once per year, you blog is open the whole year – wow!