For it’s a love hate relationship.
Image by Gene Hunt via Flickr
I enjoy you every now and then,
But, sometimes you can be pushy.
Throwing things up in my face,
Making me feel out of place.
I’ve tried ditching you a few times,
Yet, you always weasel your way back into my mind.
You said you were suppose to be my friend,
I guess I’ve won in the end.
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