My good side is struggling for supremacy
over my bad side which is brimming with evil glee

I could cause them so much trouble
burst their patronising bubble

It would be so easy to return the pain
but nobody would actually gain

I’ll keep their mistake inside
because telling would hurt my pride

Today my good side has won
but bad side is waiting with a loaded gun

I hope I can keep turning the other cheek
revenge only makes me weak

My emotions you’ve stirred
around you I’m never bored
Your certainly not a yes man
if you were I wouldn’t be a fan
You challenge me constantly
a better person I aim to be
Our differences are great
healthy debates they create
we often reach a stalemate
You and me, I celebrate

Swaying in time to the rhythm

my eyes focussed on him

my object of desire

my ***** on fire

each touch

made me blush

turned my knees to mush

he smiled my heart did a cartwheel

I was hungry, he was my meal

obsessed like only a teenager can be

already planning matrimony

he thanked me for the dance

didn’t give me a second glance

grabbed the hand of my best friend

my dreams came to an end

I used to only look at a mans shoes
Shallow and fickle were my views

Didn’t care about his news
or what books he perused

He had to wear a decent pair
or I’d walk away with a toss of my hair

They didn’t have to have a label
just polished and smart got under my table

I don’t understand it now
its personality these days that makes me go wow

I look into their eyes and smile
that’s what will make me stay a while

If their kind, gentle and smart
me and them will never part

I no longer confuse
friendship with shoes

Getting too maudlin’
my depression coddling
in sorrow wallowing
tears I’m swallowing

Need a dose of selfesteem
a bottle of cop-on cream
a potion for a daydream
anything to stop the scream

I’ll start my treatment tomorrow
today there’s too much sorrow
the doormat syndrome I borrow
between my eyebrows a furrow