Sometimes Love

When are you going to say What you’ve been wanting to say? Waiting to say Why wait? I’ve already spilled it all You love… -Who Yourself maybe? Maybe her? Or perhaps him? Sometimes me -Maybe Why do we get jealous again? Upset? Fill up with rage? It’s a show-sometimes What audience are we performing for now? I’m starting to hear less of an applause Maybe we’ve just grown used to the sound The noise Unless it was never there at all But we can make anything up in our heads And believe it What’s made up in your head? Love… For yourself? Or for her? How about for him? Maybe for me -Sometimes If you have anything to say You should say it now Considering it’s too late to make a difference So why continue to keep it in? I admit it- I love you Now you say it; it’s your turn Admit that you love me -Sometimes Written July 4, 2011