The Windmills Of My Mind Poem by Ima Ryma

I will admit when we first met,
Your sweet words swept me off my feet.
Hearing you, giddy I would get,
Gushing how you sounded so sweet.
But over time your words became
The sour sound of lousy lies.
I had only myself to blame,
You took so long to recognize.
And now as I have told you of
How hurtful you have been to me,
You dare to reply that your love
Requires that flexible I be.

When your crap hits my fan, I find
You blow the windmills of my mind.