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So I'm in the days of bloat when I tend to float,
to my private land covered in sand.
Trying to hold on to sanity because these mood swings tend to be
quite uncontrollable at times, thus the reason I rhyme.
An outlet when I'm inland and can't yet get away,
an inset expressed outward through witty word play.
Sarcasm makes it easier to cope with the highs and lows,
A "whatever" or "that's fine" helps keeps my mood mellow.
but of course there are those times that I'm feening for that guy I love so much,
just to be held or just to be kissed because nothing soothes me like his touch.
But there again, there are those days where I just want to be alone,
so please don't take it personal when I do not answer my phone.
Indecisive, I know.
But I promise this monthly flow
only lasts for a little while,
So I'll still carry it with a smile.
