Sometimes I love you
Sometimes I don’t really
Sometimes its real
To have unreal... surely
Who will think when it comes to love?
If you do... It ain’t love don’t you think?
And with the many responsibilities to be worth
Have you really consider your words to mean?
And the older we get
All the more foolish to depart
A ‘once’ to always have had
Is it really love getting too hard?
And love is only becoming more simpler
Simply for the complexity we add to
Isn’t there more hate than to remember?
Than simple love, have you knew?
Sometimes its really
Hmmm... Is there that other time?
Some love... maybe?
Given to date, is it love or you to find?