Sometimes I do believe he loves me,
Sometimes I don’t, he is hard to figure out,
controversial like religion,
and yet there is some sense within.
He tries very hard to be complicated,
He has succeeded with years of practice,
He is calm on the outside, but inside he is fighting his own war,
war of emotions.
I am trying to understand, he won’t let me in,
I am falling, should I stop myself?
Should I try?
Me and Mr. Complicated image
I will probably give him another try.
= Marcia Skervin James, 2000
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