It's weird,
Knowing someone better by the day,
Not feeling even the slightest hate,
Though the annoyance is inevitable,
The charms shines more than the look,
The action speaks more than the words.


Could you please,
Not be so mean and harsh,
And at times, simply sweet and soft,
Not be so damn secretive,
And at times, just a little too talkative,
Not crack such lame jokes,
And at times, turning yourself as the joke.


Life is a series of mission,
We aren't graded but tested,
Innocent and gullible,
2 characters that made me seemed trustworthy,
Though I've been physically deceived,
I'm still enjoying this journey,
Exploring the heart and mind of a Scorpio baby.


This poem is written in the midst of me being happy in the morning, angry in the evening and pissed-turned-pleased the next day.

Dropping by,
Melynn.