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Sometimes He Is

Sometimes he is nice and sometimes he ain't
There are days when I roll the dice and choose
not to complain. Sometimes he is brave and other
days he won't budge. It's almost like watching a bull kick in mud

Sometimes he is needy and then again he gives
Sometimes he won't be either way and will share all
the love he has to give. Sometimes he is my everything
and then he belongs to himself.

Sometimes I like to believe that he believes in my type of wealth.
Sometimes he is what I deem him to be; such as a feeding person
with limited wings and means.
Sometimes he is and sometimes he isn't

Sometimes he is quiet and likes to give the call to hush
Sometimes he is the one quick to move at first light
There is much that he is and things that he always is
But that's my secret sealed with a small kiss

There isn't much that he isn't and even then I love
what he sometimes is
Maybe this would be a good time to explain why it matter
what I think he is

Sometimes he is my love and sometimes he is my toy
Sometimes he is the sky above my falling land
Sometimes he is just what I need him to be on a bad day
Then sometimes he is like my drug taking small pain away

Sometimes he is like my brother and then teasing me worse than a lover
Sometimes he is what I would want to eat and other times he is like a small treat
Sometimes I wonder if he will ever really find out what he means to me
Because even when he's not, sometimes he is with me
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Written by WomanofDayandNight
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