Some Days

Some days I want to play your game

you drew me in – won fair and square

Later I duck my head in shame

you won with promises of air

 

Some days I tease and draw you out

I’m messed up in my head;

Lust is just a front for doubt,

I can’t be held to what I said

 

Some days I want to be your friend

-don’t think this is a romance tale

But will the f-word mean the end,

is this all a friendship fail?

 

Some days I think that this is love

but if you left I wouldn’t cry;

Most days I just rise above

the mess you left, not asking why.

 

Some days I’m weak and I give in

One day I’ll fight, and stop falling to sin.

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