I won’t continue to
be you’re sometimes. It’s not fair to me
and I am choosing to be better to me.
Sometimes I call and sometimes you
answer. Sometimes I text and sometimes
you reply. Sometimes I leave a message
and sometimes you call back. Sometimes I
hear the words flow effortlessly from your lips however time and time again
your actions scream over. Sometimes I
just want to be near you and just want us to be. Sometimes I ask and ask and it’s always
another time. Sometimes you need your
dick wet and sometimes you feel that I am the cure. The other times who knows? Sometimes I feel like I am begging for your
attention and it’s met with an excuse.
After all we all make time for the things that we want to make time for. Sometimes I wonder if you really but yeah
that is just a sometimes. Sometimes you
say you are doing all this chasing yet I am the one that is you’re sometimes. Sometimes you feel like me. In those times we are the most beautiful. You tend to say endless amounts of sweet
nothing leaving me hanging up in each and every word. Sometimes I can feel myself
smiling nonstop replaying our moments in full color. Beautiful moments. Sometimes in those moments I believe that I am
not just…
Sometimes you are in ‘emotions
and/or thoughts reflecting upon what use to be.
I m guilty of playing along and continuing into your sometimes. Sometimes she is not serving you the way you
like. Sometimes she isn’t as ambitious
as you’re hoped. Sometimes she is just
being and you want more and in those times I become your sometimes beginning
with a remember when. Sometimes you have
the power to make me feel as if I could be but then again sometimes is always
temporary.
There was a time that I thought
it was cute but now it’s old. I’m tired
of sometimes. I am too old and too good
to sometimes worth it to you. There is
never a deposit made and now there are insufficient funds for any sort of withdrawal. Nothing to show for all this time and I won’t
continue to just be your sometimes.
3 comments:
Yesssss! Girl, I feel like you were talking about my life...
I know this story by heart (sadly) and yes there comes a time when it gets old and sour.
Great read, Thanks for sharing and the inspiration....I for one need reminders to continue to stay strong.
Same script of my life with a different cast. #MESSAGE
Sometimes we know its time to let go...
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