Fickle

Waves roaring aimlessly
The wind blows aimlessly
similar to you
That is so abstract for me

Sometimes kills the soul
Sometimes throwing saturated
Sometimes painted smile
And sometimes draw spirit

What do you Think in your heart?
Will you show me a little?

I feel so weird face you
So awkward to speak
The tendency to confuse the way my heart
As if turning the presumption

Disclose what you want said
Show what you want to show
Do not be blinded me wishy-washy in your
Do not make me deaf in whisper your honest
Go on if you do not want my heart
Come closer if it does beat love me