fickle

unpredictable like the tropical weather
sunny in the morning, thunderstorm in the afternoon
swinging back and forth like
a broken revolving door
they hung on to a thread made of a flimsy promise
that the beginning of forever was near

then the new dawn came,
and they had a change of heart
in a blink of an eye

~~~

written for maypoeticwings 31/31, “love me, love me not”

maypoeticwings is a Twitter poetry challenge hosted by @PoetessBecca and @BelezaAngel

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