Mood Swings

I wonder if I’d be able to follow If it came with an instruction manual This dance of life Between man and woman The subtle interests Hidden meanings and sexual innuendos Reading between lines And pre-empting actions Subtle coaxing Giving in and still keeping ground The cacophony Between attraction and love or both Vulnerability so demanding To cover endless distances And reach unknown destinations No maps and just a journey I wonder if a manual could Put together this crazy dance Would it still work? That’s still another chance

Do broken things fix Maybe they do Maybe they can't Maybe they're meant to be lessons That you won't forget. Do broken things fix When they're irreparably damaged Or can all wounds heal With medicines you didn't know existed And didn't care to find Do broken things fix Or become a clutter you always carry Like a jigsaw with missing pieces Memories best forgotten That you hope fade with time Do broken things fix Without divine intervention A chance of fate That may have broken you in the first place Serendipitous encounters that charmed And leave you wondering If you were always broken x