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jaimeleigh_m 1976 (LONDON)
I bet you didn't see this side of me coming...?
Na nor me... I shocked myself tell the truth...
I was beginning to think that I would never move...
thought I was becoming stood in time, so predictably so...
Laying down while you come & go...
Walking all over me like some yoyo... So predictable, yeah that's me...
Its not one of my strong suits my predictability...
In fact it lets me down constantly...
Its good to know where you stand, on that you'll always know I'm standing beside you, standing my ground...
Unpredictable yeah I like how that sounds...
But I too like the thought of being comfortably around...
Predictive isn't always good for me...
See some people know exactly what to do...
If they feel shitty & want to row with me...
I'm Misses predictable for sure, I'm peoples excuse if they want war...
Unpredictable I'd sometimes like to be, not always do what's expected of me...
And try as I may to do things the other way, it doesn't take long for little miss predictable to come along...
I'm like Ron-seal, I do exactly what it says on the tin... & has much has I love the person within... I've got to learn another way...
& do the opposite to what people think & say...
If I could find the balance between the two, that maybe I think will do...
I might just stay calm for an extra minute or two...
If I could be Unpredictable too...
But poke the bear either way that is a sure thing to...
predictable is any who... Its more me than you...
That's why you knew exactly what to do...
I like to see the faces of those that I carried though when little miss Unpredictable turned the tables on you...
I'd like to see my face too little miss predictably followed though with unpredictable, Who knew...
Written on October 24, 2022
Submitted by jaimeleighm on February 05, 2023
Modified on March 05, 2023
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