Fickle

My darling your are flickle
One day you begged for me hand
The next you couldn't spare a glance for a second
The third day you showered me wit love
Tuck my hair behind my ears and whisper sweet words
Raining kisses on my neck, running fingers through my hair
Now you turn your back and say you don't care
My darling you are naive
To think I will beg and cry
You come and you go, uncertain as the wind blows
You think you are good at games
Let me show you all the highs and lows
You hoped to put me on my knees
But it my turn to roll
It's a gamble baby, now the dice will show.