The Chameleon
I'm sick of being a reptile; I'm sick of trying to please everyone in this…
I'm sick of being a reptile; I'm sick of trying to please everyone in this…
Your presence is gone But we'll treasure the beauty of what you have done.
I don’t even know what you are to me anymore. I am not sure whether…
You've made me truly smitten; And the proof is every poem for you I have…
What I feel for you is atypical; You have infected me with love so hysterical.