Paradox.

I'm naughty and nice,
I can seduce and entice,
I'm the ketchup that goes with the fries,
I'm the gravy that goes with the rice.

Life is a twisted logic.
It is monochromatic yet dramatic.
At times it is sarcastic and melancholic.
At other times you get drunk with it like an alcoholic.

I see one but not two,
I see red but not blue,
I see not a puzzle but a clue,
I see not a stranger but you.

He doesn't know his place in my heart,
Nor he knows that he already found my key from the start,
I hope I don't have to do the dreaded part,
Which failure can cause us to drift apart.

To whoever who is reading this,
This is just a random post from a girl with something amiss,
If you wonder who's this chap fluttering away from my fingertips,
I wish you good luck and please put a silence on your lips.

P.S:
I've been bitten by the rhyming bug,
So these are what I wrote when time moves like a slug,
Some of the entries are random so please don't give a fug,
Instead read this with a tone like you have taken a happy drug. :DDDDD

-mel-