Sometimes

A young man told me the secret to understanding woman
I did'nt understand a thing he said. And don't think he did either.
   Sometimes
Sometimes you got to love them.
Sometimes you got to want them.
Sometimes you don't understand them.
But can't live without them.
Sometimes they're problems
and problems.
Sometimes it's over.
Sometimes it starts.
Sometimes it's ugly.
Sometimes it's beautiful.
Sometimes am just
grateful that sometimes
come again, sometimes,
sometimes, sometimes.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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