POEM 83 : SOMETIMES
Sometimes decisions are easy to make
Sometimes, you are blank of ideas
Sometimes, confusion creeps in
Especially with the matters of the heart.
Sometimes, I feel I shouldn’t.
Sometimes, I just do it.
Sometimes, I think it’s right
But, all I get is a broken beart.
Sometimes, the tunnel pitch dark
Sometimes, my heart seems blank
Sometimes, I want to take it back
Sometimes I take a deep dive.
Sometimes, they come and they go
Sometimes, they stay like a home.
Sometimes, I’m left all alone.
Sometimes, they come in a whole.
I tend to love it all,
The love, the care, the laughter, the tears.
Like a lass in love,
Blue boy only nods to their alluring quest.
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