Sometimes Poem by Annaya The Poet

Sometimes in your life you’ll meet someone new
They’ll be perfect in everyway with a heart so true
I mean its like, the way he walks or talks or stands
Or maybe it’s just that he is a man’s MAN

Or maybe it’s the way he holds your hand when he’s saying sweet nothings to you
Or how he looks at you in admiration for the things you do
Oh my, and when you get deeper into who he really is inside
That he is not afraid of that natural high
Because every day is like spring time when he is around
And in every way, you know that when he puts his love down

Oooo, you are going to feel him inside you for days
Captivating your heart, mind, body and soul in many ways
For whenever you are awake he’ll be on your mind
And when you are asleep he creeps in 100 times
Not into the room but into your dreams
Making you feel just like his queen
His touch and kiss are so sweet like out of sight
Have you talking like Jay-Jay Kid Dynamite
You can see that in an instant he’ll sweep you away
In an instant he is there loving your tears away
Those tears that you’ve cried time after time
Because no other man has been worth a dime

Now you get scared as ask, how long will he stay?
Is this all just a game or some fantasy get away?
Is it all make believe because no man can ever?
Or is this something that can and will last for forever?

WOW. So many questions remain unanswered still
You walk down that road hoping not to get killed
In this game called love what can it be?
Fantasy or fake or is he really into me?

And since love begins in the MIND,
My mind tells me to let go this time
Or is it that love truly begins in the heart
With two people simply playing a part
It just never ends up the way that I plan
Who ever whenever no different than the next man.

Then flip the scrip and my hearts feels blue
Because there are no more daily phone calls thinking of who
Where, when and why
So much emptiness that I break down and cry
And then regroup to realize that it was nothing to him
That it was only in MY mind to give my love to him
To keep myself contained in a shell waiting for that one day
When he would come back to Florida and sweep me away
Or better yet, fly me to him because he misses me so much
But it never happens that’s just my luck
So reality sets in and it becomes crystal clear
I was just a booty call far away and not near
That the game was to get it from the start for whatever reason
And that the heart break from it will only last for a season.

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