Sometimes I feel weak
Weak to tell right from wrong.
Sometimes I shift towards excuses
Excuses that are objected to by the ledge of my mind.
Sometimes I'm powdered with flattery words
The kind that fly away when winter calls.
Sometimes I'd wait, but sometimes, I'd give up.
Sometimes I'd leave the door to my imagination ajar.
Sometimes I'd widely open my heart to contain a double of you.
Sometimes I'm miffed by your actions
But sometimes you make me grin wickedly.
Sometimes you're my headache
Sometimes, my tonic.
Sometimes I'd stare at every tick on the clock in the wait for you.
Sometimes, I terribly miss you!